Post by Flighty on May 11, 2011 18:03:38 GMT -5
It was so long ago that the loners began to band together. They formed groups that hunted and hung out together. Best friends would watch eachother's backs, and it was a peaceful time for the cats. They didn't have to worry about much, and would make choices together about what to do with things. Every so often, the cats would all meet to discuss small matters. Generally, it was a festive time. There would be games, and every cat would bring prey to share. It was on one of these celebrations that everything turned around.
A large group of loners hadn't shown up that day. The cats already there milled about, wondering why they were so late. Five cats volunteered to make sure they weren't in trouble.
Those five never returned. The games began, but cats were hesitant- they wanted to know what had happened to the others. About an hour later, the loners that had originally been missing showed up. The other ive weren't with them, but these loners had blood on their paws. They fanned out into the group, saying nothing until a large black tom lunged for the most noble cat of them all, screeching.
"ANARCHY FOREVER!" His voice rang clear and loud over everyone, and the massacre began. Very few cats escaped with their lives that day, but the ones that did made sure the kittens were safe. So many cats gave their lives to defend the future of the noble lands.
A War began. It was simply called the "War." Some cats called it a war against peace, others called it a War against Anarchy.
All agreed it was bloody.
The cats broke into two groups, forming troops.
The Noble Troops defended honor and peace and law, and the Shadow Troops fought against all things good and peaceful. They fought for Anarchy.
The War continues, but it's slowed slightly. At least, for now, the cats can live in peace. For a moment.
A large group of loners hadn't shown up that day. The cats already there milled about, wondering why they were so late. Five cats volunteered to make sure they weren't in trouble.
Those five never returned. The games began, but cats were hesitant- they wanted to know what had happened to the others. About an hour later, the loners that had originally been missing showed up. The other ive weren't with them, but these loners had blood on their paws. They fanned out into the group, saying nothing until a large black tom lunged for the most noble cat of them all, screeching.
"ANARCHY FOREVER!" His voice rang clear and loud over everyone, and the massacre began. Very few cats escaped with their lives that day, but the ones that did made sure the kittens were safe. So many cats gave their lives to defend the future of the noble lands.
A War began. It was simply called the "War." Some cats called it a war against peace, others called it a War against Anarchy.
All agreed it was bloody.
The cats broke into two groups, forming troops.
The Noble Troops defended honor and peace and law, and the Shadow Troops fought against all things good and peaceful. They fought for Anarchy.
The War continues, but it's slowed slightly. At least, for now, the cats can live in peace. For a moment.