Post by Dreamer on Aug 23, 2015 11:03:45 GMT -5
For seasons, the clans and tribe lived in exile, with prey-poor lands and pressures from the adjacent twolegplace, territories rampant with war, starvation, and disease.
Until the sign came, and at last they were able to return to their ancestral home. Here, there would be bountiful prey, and territories suited to each group: marshes and rivers for RapidClan, dense forest for SmokeClan, mist and shadow-cloaked forest for DuskClan, barbed thickets for ThornClan, and alpine meadows and forests for the Tribe of Storm Winds.
There would be balance and plenty, and no more war.
What a beautiful illusion.
Nineteen moons have passed since the Great Return, the harsh times fading from memory. But as grim as the darkness of old days was, what horrors will the rising sun reveal?
