The First Clans...
"There was once a forest filled with untamed cats. They ruled the wild and followed no rules. It seemed every second; there was a fight, a battle. One night, at the full moon, the cats gathered in a clearing near a pile four stones. They wanted a leader. The cats were arguing about who should become the leader, when four cats stepped forward. A black she cat with amber eyes spoke first.
"My name is Dark," she started. "I hunt in the night, and live in the darkness. My night vision is better than any of yours," some cats murmured in agreement. "I should be the leader."
"You would send us it to darkness" said a fluffy white tom with ice blue eyes "My name is Ice. I live in the cold moors in the north. I can withstand harsh and cold winds. I should be the leader."
"NO!" called an orange, black, and brown pelted she-cat. "My name is Dawn" the she-cat continued. "I wake at dawn, and hunt before the sun is above the horizon. I should be the leader." She concluded. The crowd of cats muttered amongst themselves and shifted their positions.
"I object to all of your propositions," called out a gray tom with piercing blue eyes. "I am called Moon. I believe that we should divide our selves by the things we like and the skills we have. The cats that enjoy the night should go with Dark, those who prefer to wake earlier would go with Dawn, the cats who like the frosty moors can go with Ice and the other cats can come with me, if they don't like any of the other Clans. I will try to shape my Clan to be loyal, and to believe in what they feel is right."
At that, the clearing erupted with cheers and yowls of approval.
The four cats stood at the stones, and slowly, the cats divided themselves according to their skills and preferences. And so it was. They divided up the territory, set markers, and from that moment on, the cats lived their lives in the Clans, with the leaders whose ideas, traits and leading styles suited them well. And now the Clans are here today..."
"My name is Dark," she started. "I hunt in the night, and live in the darkness. My night vision is better than any of yours," some cats murmured in agreement. "I should be the leader."
"You would send us it to darkness" said a fluffy white tom with ice blue eyes "My name is Ice. I live in the cold moors in the north. I can withstand harsh and cold winds. I should be the leader."
"NO!" called an orange, black, and brown pelted she-cat. "My name is Dawn" the she-cat continued. "I wake at dawn, and hunt before the sun is above the horizon. I should be the leader." She concluded. The crowd of cats muttered amongst themselves and shifted their positions.
"I object to all of your propositions," called out a gray tom with piercing blue eyes. "I am called Moon. I believe that we should divide our selves by the things we like and the skills we have. The cats that enjoy the night should go with Dark, those who prefer to wake earlier would go with Dawn, the cats who like the frosty moors can go with Ice and the other cats can come with me, if they don't like any of the other Clans. I will try to shape my Clan to be loyal, and to believe in what they feel is right."
At that, the clearing erupted with cheers and yowls of approval.
The four cats stood at the stones, and slowly, the cats divided themselves according to their skills and preferences. And so it was. They divided up the territory, set markers, and from that moment on, the cats lived their lives in the Clans, with the leaders whose ideas, traits and leading styles suited them well. And now the Clans are here today..."