Post by LUM ADMIN on Aug 28, 2012 11:22:50 GMT -5
We serve no one,
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A voice called out to me one dark night, it said save me, from this awful nightmare...
Silence brings a lot of things. Death, truth, transparency, and wonder. Some cats think silence is an omen, and as for the strays running around the borders, it is seen as opportunity. In the dead of night, it seems they gather under one household, that has been rumored to be called Clatamore. Clatamore isn't no ordinary group of strays and ferals though, no, it is much more, and it is far more dangerous then the outside persee's them as.
For generations four clans have been in charge of the wilds. Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan and Windclan. They constantly fight over territory, food, and more. Nature takes it's turn on them, as well as the elements, but it seems that the twolegs have been gone far too long for them to notice what is going to happen next. Cats are vanishing into thin air during the night, strange activity is being seen around the twoleg homes, and even worse, rumors are spreading of something more fearful then the forest itself being ripped from it's roots.
A cult, rumored to be named Clatamore has appeared in the shadows. The cats worship one god, and his name is unknown to the public. That god is their leader, their savior and they sacrifice cats in the most gruesome ways to get what they want. These cats are monstrous, they think the clans have been in charge far too long. Are these rumors true?
Welcome to the dark side of insanity, what side are you on?
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