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<Clan History>
A very, very long time ago in the dirt streets of Africa, lived a group of wild cats [size=7pt]<note: Wild cats were strays to big cats, so they were larger then cats are now and were "shunned" by lions and such.> They were unnoticed by Two-legs, so they lived in peace. One day a cat call Claw decided to venture into the African Savannah. Others did too, so he got a group and travelled off. Some did not so they stayed with Savannah. She was happy where she was, and so we're the others. They followed Savannah and made her leader when she found them a new camp, near the town. Then there were the cats who did not know what they wanted. They decided to travel to both camps, to see which they liked best. First was Clawclan. They travelled far, until the finally found them. They were managing. It was so beautiful they decided they would find their own land to call home. They named their leader Whiskerstar. They finally found the perfect place to live. It was inside a rather large circle of rocks. It was well protected, safe and cool. There was a river following on the side and many Joshua trees. Unfortunately another group of stronger, purebred, rough, scary cats thought so too. They fought for two days for the perfect camp. Until one day, the loudest, bloodcurldling Lion's Roar split through the sky, stopping all the fighting. Whiskerstar was victorious! The Leader, Scruff, wasn't going to let off that easy though. He grabbed Whiskerstars mate with a large claw to her neck. Here's what happened:
"Let's make a deal, Whiskers." Scruff said slyly.
"What do you want?" Whiskerstar replied firmly, but still letting out a frightened tone.
"Scarclan will get one 21 moon year old She-cat every year. Or..."
"Our what?" Asked Whiskerstar angrily.
"Scarclan invades and takes three kits and leaves wounded warriors."
Thinking slowly, he said, "Yes" for the sake of his mate.
Scarclan left, thus giving birth to a new victorious clan, Roarclan, hence the mighty Roar that cause their Victory.
<Traditions>
Female tributes»
Every year a 21 moon old She-cat travels with their mother or father to Scarclan.
Mighty Roar»»
In honour of the loud roar a kit must be named Roarkit after The first Roarkit grows up and passes on to Starclan.
Sharing tongues»»
In the morning and late evenings, during mealtime, everyone chats and gossips, while grooming and eating fresh-kill.
<Cats of the Clan>
Leader~ Lionstar
Deputy~ Blazefire
Medicine Cat~ Hollyflower
Medicine Cat Apprentice~
Queens~
Warriors~ Rosefeather, Hazemist, Brambletail, Cheetahclaw
Apprentices~ Brokenpaw
Kits~
Elders~
<Clan Form>
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My Cat(s)
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~Lionstar~
~34 moons~
~Leader~
~male~
~Open~
~Open~
~distant ancestor war Whiskerstar~
~None~
~Born and raised in the clan, his Mom had him very young, but was then picked at the reaping to live in Scarclan.~
~Strong, loyal, and brave. Willing to sacrifice everything for his clan. Also gentle, loving, and kind. Careful about what he says and does.
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