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[Abraxis]

IN A TIME OF STRIFE

Unlike most Clans, the four Clans of the valley are rather isolated from any city, or town, or even a village. Though, there are bones here and there of what once were two-leg dwellings. Perhaps, that is what saved the lives of so many cats. When the world went to hell in a flurry of war and death, the animals were the safest, living out in the middle of no where. Away from humans, away from danger. Well, now days, anywhere is now away from danger. A few miles away from the valley is a massive town, full of nothing but death smell, and the feeling of being watched. It’s little surprise that the cats that lived there long since fled or starved.

The world has gone quiet, and the stars shine clearly and brightly as never before. However, the ancestors of the four Clans, StarClan, have also gone quiet, except for when absolutely necessary for them to speak. When they do, it worries those that commune with them, for their voices are fading, and the great paradise in which they roam is slowly dispersing. The Clans still live with one another, still gather at the appropriate times, but it is more just like going through the motions. Some are starting to openly speak of their disbelief in StarClan, and others are just trying to hold the fort down. Belief is starting to mix with the black thoughts of doubt and disappointment, the Clans cannot survive on this mixture. To make it worse, there have been no ‘prophecies’ from StarClan, no true signs, no warnings from them in generations. Life as everyone knows it is slowly falling apart, piece by piece, and it will only be a matter of time before everything shatters. There are those who still believe, and think that they should try to find a new home, others still fully believe, and then there are those who doubt. Life for them, has never been so controlled by a single thought so completely.

To make matters worse, the Clans, which are well known in the area, are facing another danger. Cats that claim no allegiance to them, are starting to move in on their territories, when they can. Bolder and bolder these cats have gotten, and slowly, it is becoming rather common to see them trespassing onto Clan territory. Though it should stir the Clan cats into becoming more fortified, it isn’t. Many are starting to see the appeal of being a loner, as they lose their faith. The more and more who break away from their beloved StarClan, they tend to either be very quiet about it, or very vocal about such things. It is a dangerous time and the stormy clouds of danger and war are brewing, as surely as StarClan fades. What will be left of the Clans? Only time will tell.

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