Tribe of Eternal Conflict {Heaven to Tribe of Endless War + others}

The Tribe of Eternal Conflict is the Heaven where great warriors go once they have fallen in battle. They are the basis to the main religion to the Tribe of Endless War.

The Tribe of Eternal Conflict is ruled by Warstar and is a very dangerous Heaven as they tend to wage war on other Heavens and Hells. Cats from the living are able to visit this Heaven freely but are constantly at risk of being attacked by these fallen warriors of battle.

Remember, when you die and pass on to here you are stuck as the same age forever.

If you would like to roleplay out one of the fallen warriors then please fill out this forum:
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Link to Warstar's profile: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=383882.new#new

Ranks
Warlord:
Warstar

War General:
Darksky

War Strategist:
Skylight

War Medic:

Field Medic:

War Spies:

War Officers:

Cadets:

Queens:

Kits:

Heaven Territory
The expanse of territory this Heaven lives within is very mountainous with many pine trees and rivers. Caves litter the mountains where cats can live in peace for all eternity. Valleys sit between the mountainous peaks and are always green with lush fields of flowers and grass.

History of the Great War (The story will be released in sections and will describe the Tribe back when it was alive. People are free to make use of characters from the story as their own characters)

Part 1

“Don’t let up! Don’t let those mouse-brained fools get the better of us!” Warstar cried as cats flooded around him towards the enemy armies. Shrieking and hisses echoed through the mountains as the Greater War raged on. It was well into its second moon of constant warring where the Tribe of Eternal War battled with the other Tribes of the mountains for territory. Warstar, an impossibly huge golden tom with black stripes and spots coating his pelt, led the massive Tribe. His piercing silver eyes shone brightly as the war raged on. The War General, Ears That Are Torn (Tornear), stood on Warstar’s left and the War Strategist, Tornado of Destruction (Tornado), stood on his right. “Warstar, I think we should bulk up the forces who are fighting against Tribe of Pointed Cliff. We are losing ground rapidly in that area”, Tornado pointed out and Warstar nodded. “Very well, send more cats to reinforce the ground then.” Tornado bowed to his leader and rushed off to alert the spies who were on standby. The spies were useful for locating enemy cats and sending messages between the various units. Tornado’s personal spy was Falcon That Dives (Falcon), a small and very slender dark tabby tom. “Falcon, send a message to Terror Unit and alert them to the situation against Tribe of Pointed Cliff please.” Falcon nodded and bounded away from view. Warstar reared up to get a better view. “It seems the Tribe of the Gaping Abyss require a little kick in the tail. Send Wall Unit to deal with them!” He grinned and Tornear nodded then headed towards Hill That Bleeds (Hill), a flame pelted she-cat spy. “Tell Wall Unit to move for Tribe of the Gaping Abyss.” Hill nodded and sprinted away.

Warstar stood at the entrance to his cave where he lived and gazed out across the expanse of land that he ruled over. He sighed and tried to spot other cats but the land seemed barren of life, no cats seemed to wonder around or seemed to be playing. He sighed and waited for other warriors to come.

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Part 2

“How can we possibly defeat this many cats? They’re everywhere! Even the wee apprentices are oot fightn’!” Fangs Like Daggers (Daggerfang) growled, his voice deep from a mixture of age and exhaustion. His once beautiful cinnamon pelt was now matted and stained with blood and a deep cut ran over his right eye. Rose At Dusk (Duskrose) sighed and looked out over the chaos that spread across the mountainous region. She was a heavily muscled chocolate tabby with white whiskers and deep copper eyes. “I don’t know Daggerfang, but Warstar still believes we can win this war and I believe in him.” The she-cat replied; fear trembling through her voice but hope shone in her copper eyes. Daggerfang nodded in agreement, he never doubted his mate’s words. “Aye, I guess yer right. We canna give up nae meer land noo. Is Nettlefield and Fallingsky nae back yet?” The cinnamon tom looked around and couldn’t see the other War Officers anywhere in sight. “I bet those wee rascals have bolted!” Daggerfang grumbled, hunching his shoulders a little. “Think again old timer! We just got caught up on the other side of the assault that’s being led by Timestream. That old mouse-brained fool has torn through the ranks of the Tribe of Praying Clouds. He’s really pumped up now after that swift victory!” Nettlefield chuckled; the smoky grey tom licked his chest fur as he sat down next to Daggerfang and Duskrose. Fallingsky was just behind him, his blue fur plastered with mud. “Aboot time ye tae got here! We’ve got orders from the big lad to charge Tribe of the Gaping Abyss. We betta hurry noo, we’re behind schedule!” The two younger warriors nodded and joined the charge; the thunderous sound of paws hammering against rock filled their ears as they made their way towards Tribe of the Gaping Abyss.

((Darksky is accepted and will be a War General ))

Warstar scratched his ear and gazed out across the land again before noticing the signs of another cat. "Who's there?" He meowed in a deep commanding voice.

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Part 3

A longed legged she-cat with a long narrow face examined the situation below her from the perch upon a rock ledge. She monitored the situation involving the Tribe of Pointed Cliff and realised now was a good time to call the reinforcements in. She turned and sprinted back to her main commander of the Terror Unit. “Moonwolf, Paw Unit is nearly defeated! We need to move in now and save whoever we can before they’re all wiped out!” Eagleeye gasped when she reached the huge, long-furred she-cat. Moonwolf nodded and licked Eagleeye between the ears. “Very well, Terror Unit let’s move out!” The Unit of fifteen battle-ready warriors streaked out from their hiding place and poured down into the Tribe of Pointed Cliff. The inexperienced and wounded warriors who had swarmed Paw Unit were soon fleeing as the experienced fighters swamped them. Paw Unit had been reduced from twenty apprentices to just ten and each were wounded and some were close to dying. Moonwolf snarled with fury and left her two Field Medics, Heathertail and Deathberry, behind to deal with the injured and dead. Terror Unit pressed onwards and hunted down the fighters of Tribe of Pointed Cliff. Eagleeye split from the group and pelted on ahead to spy on the forces that Terror Unit were probably going to encounter. She was proud of her position as the spy for the Unit; she had trained ever since she had been a little kit when she used to spy on her siblings.

((Yeah sure :) Though currently this group isn't very big so don't lead too big of force to stomp on us just yet ;) ))

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Part 4

“That wis easy! Where’s the real challenges?!” Timestream roared, laughing loudly in a deep manner. He was a big fluffy-coated tom covered in battle scars from countless fights and previous wars. His long fur fell over his eyes and hid them from view but it didn’t hinder him in anyway. The white coated elder turned to his troops and joined in the mass chuckle as they watched the last of the Tribe of Praying Clouds disappear over the ridge and back to their own territory. “Nae a single Tribe has been able tae defeat us. I believe fae the news that only Tribe of the Gaping Abyss an’ Tribe of Mysterious Secrets are left on the battlefield right noo.” He looked at his spy, Shadowcaster who nodded in response. “Let’s move oot an’ chase doon the cowards of Tribe of Mysterious Secrets an’ make Warstar proud, shall we?!” His unit cheered in response and followed Timestream across the cracked rocky plains in the direction of the territory of the Tribe of Mysterious Secrets.

Warstar noticed Darksky and padded towards the other cat. "What are you doing?" He mewed in curiosity, his tail held high in the air.

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Part 5

Mysterystar, a large black smoky tom with piercing dark copper eyes, watched from a distance as Timestream led the charge towards his Tribe. “Rockfall, treat our guests to the steep sided valley. Let Terrorheart deal with them.” Rockfall, a calico she-cat with bright yellow eyes, bowed her head to her leader and rushed over to the members of the Tribe of Mysterious Secrets. “We are to lead the Tribe of Eternal Conflict to Terrorheart.” A wave of laughter erupted from among the cats, each edged with sinister intent. A troop of five swift-footed she-cats headed out to greet Timestream’s unit of warriors. Mysterystar looked to Rockfall, his second-in-command. “Once Timestream has been dealt with by Terrorheart it will leave Warstar’s camp wide open to attack.” Rockfall smirked evilly and nodded in response to her leader’s plan. Timestream had been a problem for them for quite some time and it was about time he was gotten rid of.

Warstar nodded. "Yes, of course we are. It is our duty, our purpose to fight all others!" He growled as he feared that Darksky would go against the will of the Tribe.

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Part 6

Timestream’s unit slowed down as they spotted the tails of five cats disappearing over a ridge. “After them laddies, take nae prisoners!” Timestream yowled as he led the hunt after the five she-cats from the Tribe of Mysterious Secrets. The five she-cats bolted across the uneven terrain, their long legs stretching out ahead of them and each bound took them further along. The other cats had difficulties keeping up but they did not cease in their pursuit of the she-cats. Soon the she-cats sprinted down into a steep sided narrow valley with Timestream and his comrades just behind. The she-cats erupted out the other side, yowling in terror as a massive shadow descended upon the cats who were still in the valley. Terrorheart, a large cougar with rippling muscles under thick skin, pounced upon Timestream and grasped the tom in its jaws before shaking him violently until he stopped struggling. The body was tossed to the side and Terrorheart tore into the unit until only two cats remained. Shadowcaster and Phantomflame stood frozen with fear as they looked over at the dead cats that littered the clearing. Terrorheart lifted his head to stare at the survivors, his muzzle stained with blood. Shadowcaster swallowed hard before turning around and bolting away and left Phantomflame behind to be slaughtered like the others.

Warstar sat up and thought about the idea. "Hm... that's a great idea actually! I've also found a way for us to pass into other areas without being noticed either. We can lure cats over to us and also visit the dreams of cats beyond our region."

((OOC: Cool :) Currently I have Warstar working with Hiss from Tribe Where Omens Fall. I gtg now, night))

Warstar nodded. "I will search the Dark Forest for suitable allies."

Warstar returned, grinning broadly with pride. He now had the apprentice Blizzardpaw caught in his web. Soon Pestilence, Famine, War and Death would be able to return to the living and warp the world of the living into a giant battlefield.

Warstar lingered nearby, keeping an eye on the situation.

Warstar grinned as he watched from a distance.