Post by breebree99 on Aug 28, 2013 5:49:44 GMT
At this point in time no clan cats know about Shattered, in fact, Shattered doesn't even know about the clans. Scattered cats may have clan names if they are at least 40 moons, but after 8 cats I'm saying no more.
This story begins at the base of a mountain, a place so far away you couldn't see it if you tried. Here lived Duskclan. They were a kind clan and well content, they were alone and without threat. Though one fateful moon, at the height of greenleaf, at rather large pack of wolves arrived. They wanted the land for themselves and they insisted on taking it any way possible. On night well many warriors were sleeping through the aches of they're wounds, left there by the pack who barely had a scratch on them. The Alfa slid silently through the night, know one knew he had even struck till sunrise when the leader's brother walked into the leader's den. There he found a sight so horrific that it made him scream so bloodcurdlingly loud that all the birds flew out of the trees in fright from the noise. In it he had seen his brother slaughtered! Along with the deputy, medicine cat, and even her young apprentice! Reporting this to the clan, the gasped in shock and terror. They had no one to lead them and no one to heal their still fresh wounds. They must leave. Though a few cats disagreed, the elders, some of the warriors, and most of the queens vowed that they would not leave they're homes. Most of the clan however left early the next morning, they said they're good-byes that night and took off. Sadly though the Pack seemed to have expected they're retreat and attacked, outnumbered and terribly outsized, only about half of this group managed to flee they're fallen territory, crying in shame and loss they ran off into the distance. From this time on they were Shattered.
By the time they were near where we now know them to live now. Six moons into they're journey, only eight or so of the cats were actually Duskclan, some had had kits, some had died. But most of all Shattered took in any Rogues and stray kittypets they came across who were willing to join them. For almost half a moon in early newleaf, Shattered wandered around they're territory, which wasn't theirs at the time, looking for traces of cats or enemies. The only thing was a few loners who lived in the territory, though most were willing to join them, and a strange, hard dirt path that they came to know as the thunderpath, monsters would occasionally race across it, belching smoke and shacking the ground. They all agreed to just not cross it. If they had then they would have been surprised to find the clans on the other side. A young cat in Shattered wandered into the old abandoned two-leg warehouse on day. The cats first figured it was dangerous and a trap, but soon found it to be a pleasant home. Few cats in Shattered remember Duskclan and the ones that do hope that one day they can become that great clan once more.