Post by Flametail on Mar 26, 2006 17:01:12 GMT -5
"Cats of all clans!
Listen, listen well, as StarClan reveals to you the fate of the land beneath your paws. It will be said only once, so you must take it into your mind and memorize it and ponder it well and thoroughly, for the time will come when you will need this information."
The voice you are hearing has no body; no body until now. From the skies pads a golden and white tabby, his eyes like pools of melted crystal; blue. His tail is orange, and a drape of the same color lays upon his ivory body. This cat is from long ago, before the age of Fireheart and his companians, yet after the years of the big cats. He was wize, and helped each clan in a way no other cat even dared. His name was simple; Mischeif. His calm spheres gaze at you curiosly, then he parts his jowls and begins to speak again.
"As you are all aware of, prey is fairly scarse. Cats are becoming thin, and kits are dying. This is not due to the newcomers, StoneClan, but because of twolegs. They have been interested in this forest for quite some time now, and as they thought of constructing on it many years ago, they have thought now. They will come to the land, and are already much closer. The prey is scared, and is running off. But I'm afraid that is not even the least of our worries."
His eyes remain transfixed upon you, his orange tail gently flicking. then, as if overcome by a dark spirt, his body became rigid and his fur bristled savagely. Orbs narrowed to dangerous slits, and his ears flattened sharply against his skull. Yet he still spoke. His voice was edged with an angry hiss, and his claws kneaded the earth.
"StarClan has been shown something, something horrible. We must warn you! Rain will come, in heavy, merciless sheets. It will wet the ground, and cover the ground. This would be good in normal conditions, but sadly the clouds and sky have turned against us and refused to leave. It will flood, my friends. Water will spread widely over the land, it will make plants drown, and the prey will be washed away with the streams. Fish? No, they will swim over the whole land, then dry and wither as the sun beats down and strands them on hills. Your feet will always be wet, and there will be NO food. I am afraid I can tell you no more, though...that is all."
He calmed down slightly, and looked to his paws. Then as his image began to fade and dissapear, he whispered one last thing.
"Water will come,
Prey will leave.
And three must become five,
to defeat the fate that befalls this land."
Then he was gone.
((Please do not make your characters knew this. It is only for you, the roleplayers, to know. Your charries DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS. I will need some people to volunteer to be 'heroes' in this prophecy. If you are interested, message me back and let me know.))
Listen, listen well, as StarClan reveals to you the fate of the land beneath your paws. It will be said only once, so you must take it into your mind and memorize it and ponder it well and thoroughly, for the time will come when you will need this information."
The voice you are hearing has no body; no body until now. From the skies pads a golden and white tabby, his eyes like pools of melted crystal; blue. His tail is orange, and a drape of the same color lays upon his ivory body. This cat is from long ago, before the age of Fireheart and his companians, yet after the years of the big cats. He was wize, and helped each clan in a way no other cat even dared. His name was simple; Mischeif. His calm spheres gaze at you curiosly, then he parts his jowls and begins to speak again.
"As you are all aware of, prey is fairly scarse. Cats are becoming thin, and kits are dying. This is not due to the newcomers, StoneClan, but because of twolegs. They have been interested in this forest for quite some time now, and as they thought of constructing on it many years ago, they have thought now. They will come to the land, and are already much closer. The prey is scared, and is running off. But I'm afraid that is not even the least of our worries."
His eyes remain transfixed upon you, his orange tail gently flicking. then, as if overcome by a dark spirt, his body became rigid and his fur bristled savagely. Orbs narrowed to dangerous slits, and his ears flattened sharply against his skull. Yet he still spoke. His voice was edged with an angry hiss, and his claws kneaded the earth.
"StarClan has been shown something, something horrible. We must warn you! Rain will come, in heavy, merciless sheets. It will wet the ground, and cover the ground. This would be good in normal conditions, but sadly the clouds and sky have turned against us and refused to leave. It will flood, my friends. Water will spread widely over the land, it will make plants drown, and the prey will be washed away with the streams. Fish? No, they will swim over the whole land, then dry and wither as the sun beats down and strands them on hills. Your feet will always be wet, and there will be NO food. I am afraid I can tell you no more, though...that is all."
He calmed down slightly, and looked to his paws. Then as his image began to fade and dissapear, he whispered one last thing.
"Water will come,
Prey will leave.
And three must become five,
to defeat the fate that befalls this land."
Then he was gone.
((Please do not make your characters knew this. It is only for you, the roleplayers, to know. Your charries DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS. I will need some people to volunteer to be 'heroes' in this prophecy. If you are interested, message me back and let me know.))