Post by DELAWARE on Mar 15, 2023 23:49:57 GMT -8
 [attr="class","twfpttitle"]SETTING [attr="class","twfptnotes"]the full ic timeline |
[attr="class","twfptcontent"] [attr="class","twfpth1"]OVER 60 YEARS AGO, [attr="class","twfpth2"]the forest was almost destroyed. Led by a ThunderClan leader with a pelt as red as fire, the four Clans and their ancestors prepared to leave their home, their faces turned with trepidation towards the mountains and the distant hope of a future hidden behind snowy peaks. They were ready to go, were delaying only two yearning, frightened days, when suddenly, the humans stopped their destruction and began to withdraw their machines. "Surely it's a joke," cats whispered to one other, barely daring to hope. "Surely -" - but though they dared not say it, within a week, it was clear the impossible was true: the humans were leaving the forest. The Clans could stay. It took some time to re-settle, skittish as they were, but the humans did not return. The more astute among them, or simply perhaps the ones unafraid of loners and rogues, might have heard rumors of a sign to the southeast of ThunderClan, declaring their lands the "Sandhill Crane Wildlife and Wetlands Nature Preserve." The even more astute may have put two and two together, and realized how close they had come to writing a different story. But for the most part, the Clans did not question their good luck. They knew enough to be grateful, to thank StarClan, and it was all they needed. And as the years passed, the Clans thrived and grew. Tensions rose and fell, periods of peace moving cyclically with periods of war. Old generations died and new ones were born. Some high-ranks were kept alive in memory, others only in hearts. The Clans began to become aware of the world around them, and though they were never able to quite shake the insularity that had forever defined them, they could no longer be called ignorant. They learned of the cats who made their homes in the mountains and by the ocean. They learned of a city larger than BloodClan. They learned of a forest larger than themselves. And as the seasons turned, the Clans changed. They became more open-minded, more tolerant, more accepting. Traditions were adjusted, modified, nudged around a little. New influences and ideas were welcomed - if not with open arms, then at least without seething mistrust. Life was no less difficult, but then again, it had never been easy. Without a single doubt, the Clans would never ask to live another. The story of our forest starts here. |
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