Post by DANNI on Jan 29, 2017 20:25:19 GMT
STORYLINE
FROSTED HEARTS
Frosted Hearts is an original warrior cats roleplay, created for all role-play levels. The scene is set in an alternate universe, loosely based off the forest territories.
It came so suddenly. The fire.
The weeks leading up to that night were dry, no rain fell and the small creeks and brookes were drying up. The ground felt harder than usual and the grass and leaves were dingy brown colors. Looking back now, I can say it is no surprise that the fire came when it did.
It was the middle of the night, very late, when the smell of smoke awoke the apprentices of ThunderClan. The yowls began, screaming of fire, trying to arouse all those who still slumbered. As panic began to unfold, the flames approached, nearing their campsite and ThunderClan knew they had to leave. They ran, as fast as their paws could take them, toward the river. Not all were that fortunate though. The kits - nearly all - had passed in the night from the thick smoke smell. The queens traveled together, wailing for their lost kits.
It envolved everything, the trees, the undergrowth, the prey. There was nothing left. The flames hit the edges of WindClan and ShadowClan but was put out by twolegs before it could travel much further. It was ThunderClan that lost the most with this fire.
For several moons, ThunderClan was permitted to have a small piece of territory - much smaller than their original home - between the border of WindClan and RiverClan. After twelve long, long moons, the clan could return to their home. They've made the journey but nothing is as it was before. The trees look lost and forgotten and the camp they once called home is just a deserted shell of their past.
Now, times are looking hard for all. RiverClan and WindClan appear to be on the verge of an alliance, looking to collect on what the ThunderClan cats owe. ThunderClan's numbers suffered more in the last year, many elders having passed on the trip and several cats dying or being injured by the flames and forced into early retirement. Things look bleak. And for once, ShadowClan seems quiet, staying out of the fighting.
Who will you fight for? What will come?
It came so suddenly. The fire.
The weeks leading up to that night were dry, no rain fell and the small creeks and brookes were drying up. The ground felt harder than usual and the grass and leaves were dingy brown colors. Looking back now, I can say it is no surprise that the fire came when it did.
It was the middle of the night, very late, when the smell of smoke awoke the apprentices of ThunderClan. The yowls began, screaming of fire, trying to arouse all those who still slumbered. As panic began to unfold, the flames approached, nearing their campsite and ThunderClan knew they had to leave. They ran, as fast as their paws could take them, toward the river. Not all were that fortunate though. The kits - nearly all - had passed in the night from the thick smoke smell. The queens traveled together, wailing for their lost kits.
It envolved everything, the trees, the undergrowth, the prey. There was nothing left. The flames hit the edges of WindClan and ShadowClan but was put out by twolegs before it could travel much further. It was ThunderClan that lost the most with this fire.
For several moons, ThunderClan was permitted to have a small piece of territory - much smaller than their original home - between the border of WindClan and RiverClan. After twelve long, long moons, the clan could return to their home. They've made the journey but nothing is as it was before. The trees look lost and forgotten and the camp they once called home is just a deserted shell of their past.
Now, times are looking hard for all. RiverClan and WindClan appear to be on the verge of an alliance, looking to collect on what the ThunderClan cats owe. ThunderClan's numbers suffered more in the last year, many elders having passed on the trip and several cats dying or being injured by the flames and forced into early retirement. Things look bleak. And for once, ShadowClan seems quiet, staying out of the fighting.
Who will you fight for? What will come?