Every moon, in every Clan, every litter sees one of its kittens for the last time.
It all started when SkyClan was forced out of the forest. One cat, a she-cat whose name is unknown to the Clans, stayed behind, refusing to leave her old territory. She lived as a loner, keeping herself hidden from the Clans. She instead took to gathering outsiders, teaching them that the Dark Forest was something to worship.
They believed her.
She brought this cult to life.
But the Clans found it and that was the end, right?
The Clans found it, but when they did, the cult retaliated. They fought back and nearly destroyed the Clans, and then they moved far, far away, so as to not be found again.
And so they began coming to collect a kitten from every litter, each moon, like clockwork. They kept spies in the Clans to keep an eye on them.
The Clans are anxious, their mental and emotional health being eaten by this Dark Forest cult, dubbed The Dark Hearts. Should they attack? Who are the traitors?
Will the Clans survive this ruthless, brainwashed mess of a cult?
We are an AU Warriors Roleplay, where a warrior taken by twolegs has found himself in the wilds of New England, North America. Four new Clans have emerged in his wake - WaveClan, the beach dwellers, MarshClan, the cats of the swamp, StoneClan, who lives in meadows filled with old stone cow fences, and RainClan, the forest cats.
We are a literate roleplay with a minimum word count of 200 words per in-character post. We welcome all roleplayers, but encourage older players, as mature topics will likely be discussed in the cbox.
The days are cool and the weather soft, alternating daily between breezy sunlight and light, warm spring showers. The leaves are coming into full bud, and prey is thriving.
Blessing: The rain has brought MarshClan an overwhelming volume of frogs to hunt.