Post by Klomonx on Dec 21, 2008 10:04:21 GMT -8
'When you are discovered,
all will fail.
Run, but never forget,
never turn on one another,
never let your souls grow frail.
Or else, you will be found,
and slaughtered, your bodies will fall.
Unless-you run, and believe, as one.'
That was the last message ever sent by Starclan to all four clans. The last message they'd ever receive, before all chaos broke loose. Over six years, the clans died out. Over six years, the clans killed themselves, and one another.
In the end, Starclan brought them back.
Three clans. No Medicine Cats. All Warriors, are Ghosts. Warriors from the past, present, and future. All of them, geared to attack the Two-legs, and the destruction they caused. All as one, their anger rages. Only one clan remains, that still believes in Starclan.
They haunt the Two-Legs.
The Two-legs, are now noticing that these Cats are nothing more but verman. And, slowly, the Two-Legs have begun to adapt their own Kitty-pets, to see, to smell, to feel, and to taste the Ghosts Warriors. The Kitty-pets, though nice on the inside, are slowly becoming machines-guns, for the Two-legs.
Will the Clan Cats come together as one?
Will the Kitty-Pets deal with the Clan Cats once in for all?
All will be decided, because, for the Clan Cats, this is their last chance.
In, Phasmatis
all will fail.
Run, but never forget,
never turn on one another,
never let your souls grow frail.
Or else, you will be found,
and slaughtered, your bodies will fall.
Unless-you run, and believe, as one.'
That was the last message ever sent by Starclan to all four clans. The last message they'd ever receive, before all chaos broke loose. Over six years, the clans died out. Over six years, the clans killed themselves, and one another.
In the end, Starclan brought them back.
Three clans. No Medicine Cats. All Warriors, are Ghosts. Warriors from the past, present, and future. All of them, geared to attack the Two-legs, and the destruction they caused. All as one, their anger rages. Only one clan remains, that still believes in Starclan.
They haunt the Two-Legs.
The Two-legs, are now noticing that these Cats are nothing more but verman. And, slowly, the Two-Legs have begun to adapt their own Kitty-pets, to see, to smell, to feel, and to taste the Ghosts Warriors. The Kitty-pets, though nice on the inside, are slowly becoming machines-guns, for the Two-legs.
Will the Clan Cats come together as one?
Will the Kitty-Pets deal with the Clan Cats once in for all?
All will be decided, because, for the Clan Cats, this is their last chance.
In, Phasmatis