The true story of WolfClan....
The founder was a she-cat named Wolf, who happened to resemble a smaller version of a wolf. . . she was among 5 of the fiercest cats during the time of war, all of those being: Badger, Farm, Rain, and Briar.
Two seasons before the war broke out, a she-cat named Wolf occupied a small bramble bush with her mate, Falcon. She had just given birth to four newborn kits, all of whom had different body shapes and pelt colors. Two toms and two she-kits.
She gazed upon her first-born son, a blackish-gray tom. "He reminds me of the Farm I was born in, so that shall be his name." As Falcon nudged the next kit, a fragile brown she-kit, towards her, she knew instantly what her daughter reminded her of. "Briar, she shall be called."
As she glanced at her last two kits --a black tom and a spotted she-kit -- she couldn't help but frown. Her son was thick-pelted, while her daughter was lithe. "He has the pelt of a Badger, and her the sleekness of Rain."
Five moons passed, and each kit began to excel in their own ways. Rain was able to glide gracefully through the water, while Farm could outrun any cat who challenged him. Badger was able to lift things no other cat could, and Briar could climb the highest trees in the forest.
"The time has come for you to leave the comforts of my nest," Wolf told them, her heart breaking with every word. "You may visit often, but from this day forth you must feed and protect yourself." She hated the way each of her own kits looked at her, yet she was forced to turn away from them all.
As moons went by, she caught sight of her children from time to time, though each sight sent her deeper into grief. Each cat had their heart set on proving their littermates lesser than them.
The final sunrises before the war, Wolf had visited each of her kits in turn. First, she sought out Farm, her firstborn kit, and son. "You must not fight with your kin, it is bad luck."
"You dare speak to /me/ about kin? You dumped us out!" Farm's yellow eyes shone with outrage as he snapped at his mother. "What does that say about /you/?" Without another word, he turned his back on her forever.
Next, she sought out her second-born kit, and first daughter. "Briar, promise that you will stay out of this fight. I know you are better than this." She could see that her words touched her daughter.
Briar craned her neck to get a good look at her mother before answering. "Though you have brought me some comforts, I must ask that you leave. I want nothing to do with you or any other cat of your kind."
With a heavy heart, Wolf attempted to speak with her next born kit, Badger.
"Though you have a stubborn heart, it would please me if you would abandon this fight. Return to your mate, see your kits born!" Wolf pleaded, though she knew her son would not listen to her.
Badger's amber eyes darkened at her words, anger bubbling inside him. "Don't even /try/ to tell me what I should do! As I recall, you told /me/ to leave, so consider your wish granted."
The only kit she had yet to visit was Rain, her youngest daughter, and kit. She found her sweet child frolicking within a cool stream near the edge of the trees, her sweet laughter ringing through Wolf's ears. "Rain?" She called out.
Rain turned her bright blue eyes towards her mother, glaring at the sight of her. "Have you come to tell me to leave the water as well? Because I won't. I belong here."
Wolf shook her head, stepping closer. "All I ask is that you leave this fight to other cats. Would you be able to kill one of your own brothers or sister should this fight continue?"
"I have no family," Rain spat, backing her mother away from the stream. "Now get away from my sight!"
As Wolf fled back into the forest, she couldn't help but allow the tears she had been holding back pour out of her eyes. How could she have been so foolish? Her kits had always been different from the rest of the kits they played with.
That night the forest was filled with the screams of injured or dying cats, yet Wolf could only watch helplessly as the kits she had brought into the world became monsters.
Farm, Rain, and Badger destroyed too many of Briar's followers, so her eldest daughter was forced to retreat into the trees to forever remain hidden.
The rest of the territories were divided amongst the winners. They called themselves: FarmClan, RainClan, and BadgerClan.
Seeing the danger in this, Wolf gathered her own followers, eventually forming: WolfClan. Since she had many friends amongst the cats in the forest, her Clan quickly grew.
Farm saw the threat that his mother possessed to his rule, so he came up with a plan to eliminate her. When FarmClan invaded, Wolf was forced to kill her eldest son.
Soon after, Rain and Badger attempted to kill her as well, and she killed each of them in turn. The only kit of hers that still lived was Briar, whom lived to eventually die of old age.
"We have won," Falcon purred to Wolfstar, his eyes shining as he looked upon his mate.
Wolfstar gave him a sad look, then meowed "No . . . it has only just begun."
Two seasons before the war broke out, a she-cat named Wolf occupied a small bramble bush with her mate, Falcon. She had just given birth to four newborn kits, all of whom had different body shapes and pelt colors. Two toms and two she-kits.
She gazed upon her first-born son, a blackish-gray tom. "He reminds me of the Farm I was born in, so that shall be his name." As Falcon nudged the next kit, a fragile brown she-kit, towards her, she knew instantly what her daughter reminded her of. "Briar, she shall be called."
As she glanced at her last two kits --a black tom and a spotted she-kit -- she couldn't help but frown. Her son was thick-pelted, while her daughter was lithe. "He has the pelt of a Badger, and her the sleekness of Rain."
Five moons passed, and each kit began to excel in their own ways. Rain was able to glide gracefully through the water, while Farm could outrun any cat who challenged him. Badger was able to lift things no other cat could, and Briar could climb the highest trees in the forest.
"The time has come for you to leave the comforts of my nest," Wolf told them, her heart breaking with every word. "You may visit often, but from this day forth you must feed and protect yourself." She hated the way each of her own kits looked at her, yet she was forced to turn away from them all.
As moons went by, she caught sight of her children from time to time, though each sight sent her deeper into grief. Each cat had their heart set on proving their littermates lesser than them.
The final sunrises before the war, Wolf had visited each of her kits in turn. First, she sought out Farm, her firstborn kit, and son. "You must not fight with your kin, it is bad luck."
"You dare speak to /me/ about kin? You dumped us out!" Farm's yellow eyes shone with outrage as he snapped at his mother. "What does that say about /you/?" Without another word, he turned his back on her forever.
Next, she sought out her second-born kit, and first daughter. "Briar, promise that you will stay out of this fight. I know you are better than this." She could see that her words touched her daughter.
Briar craned her neck to get a good look at her mother before answering. "Though you have brought me some comforts, I must ask that you leave. I want nothing to do with you or any other cat of your kind."
With a heavy heart, Wolf attempted to speak with her next born kit, Badger.
"Though you have a stubborn heart, it would please me if you would abandon this fight. Return to your mate, see your kits born!" Wolf pleaded, though she knew her son would not listen to her.
Badger's amber eyes darkened at her words, anger bubbling inside him. "Don't even /try/ to tell me what I should do! As I recall, you told /me/ to leave, so consider your wish granted."
The only kit she had yet to visit was Rain, her youngest daughter, and kit. She found her sweet child frolicking within a cool stream near the edge of the trees, her sweet laughter ringing through Wolf's ears. "Rain?" She called out.
Rain turned her bright blue eyes towards her mother, glaring at the sight of her. "Have you come to tell me to leave the water as well? Because I won't. I belong here."
Wolf shook her head, stepping closer. "All I ask is that you leave this fight to other cats. Would you be able to kill one of your own brothers or sister should this fight continue?"
"I have no family," Rain spat, backing her mother away from the stream. "Now get away from my sight!"
As Wolf fled back into the forest, she couldn't help but allow the tears she had been holding back pour out of her eyes. How could she have been so foolish? Her kits had always been different from the rest of the kits they played with.
That night the forest was filled with the screams of injured or dying cats, yet Wolf could only watch helplessly as the kits she had brought into the world became monsters.
Farm, Rain, and Badger destroyed too many of Briar's followers, so her eldest daughter was forced to retreat into the trees to forever remain hidden.
The rest of the territories were divided amongst the winners. They called themselves: FarmClan, RainClan, and BadgerClan.
Seeing the danger in this, Wolf gathered her own followers, eventually forming: WolfClan. Since she had many friends amongst the cats in the forest, her Clan quickly grew.
Farm saw the threat that his mother possessed to his rule, so he came up with a plan to eliminate her. When FarmClan invaded, Wolf was forced to kill her eldest son.
Soon after, Rain and Badger attempted to kill her as well, and she killed each of them in turn. The only kit of hers that still lived was Briar, whom lived to eventually die of old age.
"We have won," Falcon purred to Wolfstar, his eyes shining as he looked upon his mate.
Wolfstar gave him a sad look, then meowed "No . . . it has only just begun."