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[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

[color=red][shadow=black,left]OPEN. LOOKING FOR WARRIORS, AND MUCH MORE. CLICK THE PICTURE ABOVE TO JOIN.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Life In The Fast Lanes.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: darkred; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear our battle cries.[/fancypost]

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Whether you live as a Loner, choose the high road as a kitty-pet, or prefer to live as a rogue, alone in solitude, life has many different paths to follow and all of them end up much different than the others.

It's up to [i]you; Which path will lead you to your destiny?

* * *

The life within the big two-leg place is a difficult one for many. When it's brought to Swift's attention, he will recall his father's lively hood and the chance to form a new clan—to join one and make it great—will come.

It's up to you to decide once more. Will your cat join? Will your curious little kitty-pet become intrigued or work as a mere friend of the new group? Or will a spicy little rogue decide they want to cause a bit of mischief? Chaos? The possibilities are endless![/fancypost]

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= clear; border: 0px ridge red; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; height: 2px]"The mist will thin as dusk falls upon the clan.
When the shadows lengthen as unknown eyes watch from afar—-
War will be unleashed.
Your Instincts can not be trusted.
What may seem as darkness—-
What may be seen as light—-
May not be the truth at all."[/fancypost]

[align=center][color=white][shadow=black,left]♢ ♢ ♢

[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

[color=red][shadow=black,left]OPEN. LOOKING FOR WARRIORS, AND MUCH MORE. CLICK THE PICTURE ABOVE TO JOIN.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Life In The Fast Lanes.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: darkred; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear our battle cries.[/fancypost]

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Whether you live as a Loner, choose the high road as a kitty-pet, or prefer to live as a rogue, alone in solitude, life has many different paths to follow and all of them end up much different than the others.

It's up to [i]you; Which path will lead you to your destiny?

* * *

The life within the big two-leg place is a difficult one for many. When it's brought to Swift's attention, he will recall his father's lively hood and the chance to form a new clan—to join one and make it great—will come.

It's up to you to decide once more. Will your cat join? Will your curious little kitty-pet become intrigued or work as a mere friend of the new group? Or will a spicy little rogue decide they want to cause a bit of mischief? Chaos? The possibilities are endless![/fancypost]

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= clear; border: 0px ridge red; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; height: 2px]"The mist will thin as dusk falls upon the clan.
When the shadows lengthen as unknown eyes watch from afar—-
War will be unleashed.
Your Instincts can not be trusted.
What may seem as darkness—-
What may be seen as light—-
May not be the truth at all."[/fancypost]

[align=center][color=white][shadow=black,left]♢ ♢ ♢

[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

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[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

[color=red][shadow=black,left]OPEN. LOOKING FOR WARRIORS, AND MUCH MORE. CLICK THE PICTURE ABOVE TO JOIN.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Life In The Fast Lanes.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: darkred; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear our battle cries.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 16pt; text-align: center; color: red; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: -20px;]INTRODUCTION && PLOT[/fancypost]
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Whether you live as a Loner, choose the high road as a kitty-pet, or prefer to live as a rogue, alone in solitude, life has many different paths to follow and all of them end up much different than the others.

It's up to [i]you; Which path will lead you to your destiny?

* * *

The life within the big two-leg place is a difficult one for many. When it's brought to Swift's attention, he will recall his father's lively hood and the chance to form a new clan—to join one and make it great—will come.

It's up to you to decide once more. Will your cat join? Will your curious little kitty-pet become intrigued or work as a mere friend of the new group? Or will a spicy little rogue decide they want to cause a bit of mischief? Chaos? The possibilities are endless![/fancypost]

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= clear; border: 0px ridge red; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; height: 2px]"The mist will thin as dusk falls upon the clan.
When the shadows lengthen as unknown eyes watch from afar—-
War will be unleashed.
Your Instincts can not be trusted.
What may seem as darkness—-
What may be seen as light—-
May not be the truth at all."[/fancypost]

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[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Life In The Fast Lanes.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: darkred; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear our battle cries.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 16pt; text-align: center; color: red; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: -20px;]INTRODUCTION && PLOT[/fancypost]
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Whether you live as a Loner, choose the high road as a kitty-pet, or prefer to live as a rogue, alone in solitude, life has many different paths to follow and all of them end up much different than the others.

It's up to [i]you; Which path will lead you to your destiny?

* * *

The life within the big two-leg place is a difficult one for many. When it's brought to Swift's attention, he will recall his father's lively hood and the chance to form a new clan—to join one and make it great—will come.

It's up to you to decide once more. Will your cat join? Will your curious little kitty-pet become intrigued or work as a mere friend of the new group? Or will a spicy little rogue decide they want to cause a bit of mischief? Chaos? The possibilities are endless![/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 15pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 5px;]♢ ― Co-Creators : C.a.s.s & Ғrιend ĸιller[/fancypost]

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= clear; border: 0px ridge red; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black; height: 2px]"The mist will thin as dusk falls upon the clan.
When the shadows lengthen as unknown eyes watch from afar—-
War will be unleashed.
Your Instincts can not be trusted.
What may seem as darkness—-
What may be seen as light—-
May not be the truth at all."[/fancypost]

[align=center][color=white][shadow=black,left]♢ ♢ ♢

[color=white][shadow=black,left]"...[b]For centuries upon centuries, domestic house cats and feral felines alike have found themselves strangely drawn towards the shoreline. The waves crashing against the shoreline and the birds caw'ing out into the peaceful atmosphere seemed to beckon to their feral-like instincts.

One day, though, the secret as to why was discovered.

It was by a cat so distinctively known as 'jaws' amongst the two-legs. With a ragged pelt and a bottom jaw that jutted out so awkwardly at the side, many heartless people would spit insults at him, spraying him to keep him away from their lawns. This sort of treatment traveled through to teenagers who thought it would be oh so hilarious to toss him off the land later known as Outcast Rocks.

Thrown into the depths of the swirling salt water, the cat fought feverishly, blue hues wide in dismay as he clawed at the churning water. It is said that, though his battered body was thrown against sharp rocks and jutting cliffs, a warmth spread throughout him. He felt presences on both sides of him, pressing close and leading him throughout the turmoil. By the end of it, they were practically carrying him as his mind felt into the black depths of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself in the Starred Cavern, hidden from view.

The voices that whisper in the present was much less than before. They sounded strong, certain as they spoke. But one voice stood out amongst them all as he pulled himself forward. His mother's voice, Precious, drifted through out them. As a beautiful she-cat, she was adored by her two-legs. Yet, when they showed their disliking towards her kit when he was born, she left them and raised him in the forest, hiding him from the cruelness of the twoleg place and rearing him in comfort and kindness.

When he saw the blue glow, there was a pelt amongst it. Her ginger fur and white belly fur he had kneaded against for so long shone with stars, green hues glimmering with adoration.

Her tail beckoned him forward and, in the darkness, he found himself settling down. His instincts made him lean his head forward, touching his black nose to the blue diamond subconsciously. The chill that coursed through him was shocking, making him jump backwards, ginger fur fluffing up in utter bewilderment.

Her transparent figure was gone when he looked towards her for comfort though. He only heard her voice beckoning him forward once more, calling him as her "strong little fighter". When his nose rested against it this time, he didn't flinch. Sleepiness suddenly crashed down upon him, stilling his lids and causing his eye-lids to grow heavy.

When he awoke, he wasn't in the cave anymore. He was on a cliffside with a roaring ocean underneath it. In front of him, stood Precious once more and beside him, Fire, his father.

She spoke of tales—of her travels since that fateful day she fell victim to a dog attack.

She spoke of four clans who prospered—- Of the ancestors of Lionclan and Tigerclan. She spoke of the code and of the loyalty Clan Cats possessed. The more she spoke, the more Jaws eyes widened like that of a moonstruck kitten listening to a mother's fairy-tale.

She spoke of the ranks and what was to come.
She spoke of his future, so bright, ahead of him.
She spoke of what had to happen.

Merely moons later, MistClan was formed and Jaws returned to the cave along a path that—albeit precarious—was much more preferred than his last entrance.

He received his nine lives.

A blue she-cat that smelled of forest and musky undergrowth presented him the gift of compassion.
A feline that smelled of water and fish and had a beautiful spotted pelt like that of a cheetah brought on the gift of Trust.
A tom with fur like a blazing fire and a scent quite similar to the first's brought on the gift of Nobility.

The one that came next was what truly surprised him, though.

He was a small kitten with snow-white fur. Though his blue eyes looked hazy, they shown with the knowledge of everything the world possessed. He walked with dignity, bringing about the gift of Wisdom.

Next was a black and white tom. Though he looked younger than the others, he walked with determination and certainty. The gift he received through this tom was strength and bravery to fight like all of Lionclan to protect what was important to him.

A beautiful blue she-cat that resembled the first so brilliantly gave him the gift of Strength.
The one to step up next was a large tabby, scars streaking his broad pelt. He passed on the gift of Honor.

A ragged gray she-cat came next. She looked so ruffled with yellow eyes and jagged teeth. Though her voice was gruff, she revealed knowledge beyond his own comprehension and gifted him Forgiveness.

The last one was one that bore the same mar upon his appearance as Jaws. A ginger tom with a twisted maw walked forward, touching his nose to Jaws ragged head and bestowed upon him his last gift and ninth life : Hope.

With that, he received his leader name. Gone be the days he lived in humility—He rose above that and made history under the name of Sharpstar.

MistClan thrived for many generations after that, battling off enemies and overcoming sicknesses.
[i]
From Sharpstar to Swiftstar.
From Swiftstar to Morningstar.
From Morningstar to Moonstar.
From Moonstar to Briarstar.
From Briarstar to IrisStar.

Now, its name is known throughout the Twoleg place. But it'd seem its many moons of peace were about to be thwarted."

Will you join MistClan and the battle wagered against the rogues?

[color=red][shadow=black,left]OPEN. LOOKING FOR WARRIORS, AND MUCH MORE. CLICK THE PICTURE ABOVE TO JOIN.

Display More