Post by Justice on Oct 18, 2017 21:58:13 GMT -5
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The origin of Two-Legs
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"Won't you tell us about the place you were born, mother? Surely we're old enough to know now?" Amberwing had been bothering her about this story for some time now, and it had started to get the attention of some of the younger cats in the clan as well. The gray she-cat just sighed and finally decided to tell them instead a story about where the mysterious two-legs came from and why it was they always seemed to mean bad things for cats everywhere.
"There was a time, many moons ago, where the world was made only of the creatures that roamed about. Cats, predators that flew or stalked, fish and prey, all things. But not the two-legs. So where did they come from? Why do they always seem to fixate on cats in particular, or on ruining our territories?"
She paused, noticing that her gathering of her offspring had grown to the kits from the nursery, a handfull of apprentices, and some of the queens. She took a breath and continued. "In the old times there were far more cats, all spread out over the known world and beyond. They formed families, made clans, and eventually made war. This was before the formation of the Code and the concept of StarClan. So these cats had nothing to hold them in check, and nothing to believe in. They lived for the moment and thought themselves invincible. And then they started getting sick, they started dying in terrible battles fought over things that should have been spoken of and resolved.
And then the Code was formed, and the first clan leaders stepped up, they forged the loose gathering of cats into a real Clan and made sure they followed the Code. But there were some that didn't want to be reigned in, that believed they had every right to do as they pleased and hurt whomever they wanted. They wanted to continue the pointless battles and hunt on places claimed by rival clans. They knew nothing of love or compassion, only greed and maliciousness. These cats thought themselves above all others, even teaching themselves to walk on their hind-paws to prove they were better.
Those who led noticed this behavior and continued to try and get them to act like all the other cats, to conform and learn to follow the Code, to stop hurting those around them. But they ignored the pleas of their leader, refused to acknowledge the Code and follow the guidance of their leaders.
For many moons these cats continued, and then the first leaders passed on. And they became the first residents of StarClan, and from there they were given a certain power. The power to name the next leader, to grant them lives beyond their one, and to change the way things were happening. To offer guidance from beyond.
StarClan's first residents were given one great deed, one thing they could to that could directly impact the clans and cats that came after them forevermore. They wanted to permanantly punish those cats that essentially hated their own kind, that took and took and failed to change no matter how long they lived. And they chose to act.
Those cats that chose to lord themselves over others, to hurt indiscriminately without reason, to walk on two legs as though they were better, were banished far away. But, this deed had an unforseen consequence.
For many moons after the clans were cleansed of the ones who were filled with nothing but dark things there was a great peace, and the clans and their leaders prospered. But one day that peace was broken as the banished ones found their way back to that place, and they had changed.
In their banishment they continued to fight, and so the stress made all their fur fall out. They clawed each others ears and eyes, dimming the senses and rounding those distinctive ears forever. They made kits faster then they could provide for them, so they started having fewer and fewer. They grew and changed, becoming creatures with the slightest bit of fur and little resembalance to the cats they were before. And they brought darkness back to the clans, they caught and made war on the clans, destroyed everything in their path.
They followed no rule but their own, and they sought only the destruction of all cats everywhere. For they saw them as inferior, and so wished to purge those inferior to themselves from the world forever. Eventually, the clan cats learned to hide from the strange mutated monsters that had once been their fellows, they learned to stay out of reach, they moved their homes and developed new ways of staying safe.
They called them two-legs for the fact that they walked upright on two legs, and decided that they were no longer part of them, and eventually everyone forgot the lesson of the past. To harbor hatred for all other cats, to believe yourself above everyone else, to forsake the Code and the path it provides, or to simply destroy without purpose, is to risk becomming a two-leg yourself."
The kits were huddled against their mothers, queens scooched together or pulling their ears flat to their skulls. But the place she'd chosen to sit to tell this tale was dead quiet, and the trees themselves seemed to be holding themselves still despite the breeze. Moonfeather looked from cat to cat, and noticed that Amberwing was staring at her with eyes gone large and scared.
"Is that a true story, mother?" Her voice sounded small, her very grown daughter obviously effected.
"Who knows, but I wouldn't want to risk it. After all, we'd look very funny indeed without fur." The group laughed, the tension receded. It was just a story, after all, what was the harm in it?
The origin of Two-Legs
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"Won't you tell us about the place you were born, mother? Surely we're old enough to know now?" Amberwing had been bothering her about this story for some time now, and it had started to get the attention of some of the younger cats in the clan as well. The gray she-cat just sighed and finally decided to tell them instead a story about where the mysterious two-legs came from and why it was they always seemed to mean bad things for cats everywhere.
"There was a time, many moons ago, where the world was made only of the creatures that roamed about. Cats, predators that flew or stalked, fish and prey, all things. But not the two-legs. So where did they come from? Why do they always seem to fixate on cats in particular, or on ruining our territories?"
She paused, noticing that her gathering of her offspring had grown to the kits from the nursery, a handfull of apprentices, and some of the queens. She took a breath and continued. "In the old times there were far more cats, all spread out over the known world and beyond. They formed families, made clans, and eventually made war. This was before the formation of the Code and the concept of StarClan. So these cats had nothing to hold them in check, and nothing to believe in. They lived for the moment and thought themselves invincible. And then they started getting sick, they started dying in terrible battles fought over things that should have been spoken of and resolved.
And then the Code was formed, and the first clan leaders stepped up, they forged the loose gathering of cats into a real Clan and made sure they followed the Code. But there were some that didn't want to be reigned in, that believed they had every right to do as they pleased and hurt whomever they wanted. They wanted to continue the pointless battles and hunt on places claimed by rival clans. They knew nothing of love or compassion, only greed and maliciousness. These cats thought themselves above all others, even teaching themselves to walk on their hind-paws to prove they were better.
Those who led noticed this behavior and continued to try and get them to act like all the other cats, to conform and learn to follow the Code, to stop hurting those around them. But they ignored the pleas of their leader, refused to acknowledge the Code and follow the guidance of their leaders.
For many moons these cats continued, and then the first leaders passed on. And they became the first residents of StarClan, and from there they were given a certain power. The power to name the next leader, to grant them lives beyond their one, and to change the way things were happening. To offer guidance from beyond.
StarClan's first residents were given one great deed, one thing they could to that could directly impact the clans and cats that came after them forevermore. They wanted to permanantly punish those cats that essentially hated their own kind, that took and took and failed to change no matter how long they lived. And they chose to act.
Those cats that chose to lord themselves over others, to hurt indiscriminately without reason, to walk on two legs as though they were better, were banished far away. But, this deed had an unforseen consequence.
For many moons after the clans were cleansed of the ones who were filled with nothing but dark things there was a great peace, and the clans and their leaders prospered. But one day that peace was broken as the banished ones found their way back to that place, and they had changed.
In their banishment they continued to fight, and so the stress made all their fur fall out. They clawed each others ears and eyes, dimming the senses and rounding those distinctive ears forever. They made kits faster then they could provide for them, so they started having fewer and fewer. They grew and changed, becoming creatures with the slightest bit of fur and little resembalance to the cats they were before. And they brought darkness back to the clans, they caught and made war on the clans, destroyed everything in their path.
They followed no rule but their own, and they sought only the destruction of all cats everywhere. For they saw them as inferior, and so wished to purge those inferior to themselves from the world forever. Eventually, the clan cats learned to hide from the strange mutated monsters that had once been their fellows, they learned to stay out of reach, they moved their homes and developed new ways of staying safe.
They called them two-legs for the fact that they walked upright on two legs, and decided that they were no longer part of them, and eventually everyone forgot the lesson of the past. To harbor hatred for all other cats, to believe yourself above everyone else, to forsake the Code and the path it provides, or to simply destroy without purpose, is to risk becomming a two-leg yourself."
The kits were huddled against their mothers, queens scooched together or pulling their ears flat to their skulls. But the place she'd chosen to sit to tell this tale was dead quiet, and the trees themselves seemed to be holding themselves still despite the breeze. Moonfeather looked from cat to cat, and noticed that Amberwing was staring at her with eyes gone large and scared.
"Is that a true story, mother?" Her voice sounded small, her very grown daughter obviously effected.
"Who knows, but I wouldn't want to risk it. After all, we'd look very funny indeed without fur." The group laughed, the tension receded. It was just a story, after all, what was the harm in it?