[Blair ♦ Izayuki]

TDC GUIDEBOOK

History of the Clans

As told by Blindstar, honorable past leader of ScorchClan...

“Long ago, in a time lost to memory, three cats washed up on the shores of our island. Lost and confused, the three cats had no idea where they were, or how they had come to be here. They did not know even who each other were. But slowly the three cats began to warm up to one another. Though scared at first, the two cloud-head tom’s worries about their new home slowly began to fade as the days passed by. And they grew content with their surroundings and even happy. All the cats all ate well and slept their days away in the warm green-leaf sun.
‘However the she-cat in the group, did not learn to love this new and strange place she’d been thrown into. The island to her seemed too perfect. There was always nice weather, clean water, and plenty of prey. It was as if the island had been made just for them. But as the rich green-leaf sun turned into the chill leaf-fall, the she-cat, who went by the name of Mysticdream, discovered the reason for her fears of the island.

‘In the midst of their care-free life, Mysticdream and her two companions became caught up inside a savage storm. The winds ravaged their home and the cats were forced to take shelter inside a single cave which was hidden inside the center of the island. As time passed and the storm continued to rage on the two toms grew tired and began to drift into a deep sleep. Mysticdream however found herself even more uneased by the strange place. The she-cat could swear that out of the corner of her eye she could see shadows moving and off in the far distance she thought she heard the sound of many voices whispering to her. Unnerved so much by these strange events, Mysticdream decided to move herself farther into the cave.

‘As the she-cat strayed farther and farther into the cave however, her fears only grew stronger and stronger within her. The voices around her grew louder and louder, all of them each calling her name as if trying to make her stray from the path her paws followed. The darkness grew so thick inside the caves that even when Mysticdream wanted to, she could not turn around and run. The she-cat had lost her way inside the tunnels. Unable to go back Mysticdream continued to push forward farther and farther into the darkness, until finally the she came to stand inside a small open cavern. Crystals dotted the floor and the ceiling of the cave and inside the center of it stood a mass of clear crystals which rose up out of the floor like a great wave about the crash on the shore.

‘Something within the she-cat began to flutter, and through some force, Mysticdream walked forward and touched her nose to the crystalline wave in front of her. In an explosion of colors the cave became illuminated from the darkness around it. The precious stones sparkled and shined like the very stars in silver-pelt and as she stared up at the ceiling, colors began to drip and glow from the stones. Curious about this strange event, Mysticdream got closer to the colors that dripped down from the stones. As she did so, the colours that glowed in front of her seemed to dance and move. Until finally one color, a bright pink dropped down onto her face. Frightened by the intense heat from the liquid she tried to wipe it from her head with her paw. Quickly Mysticdream ran over to the wave of crystals and looked in at her reflection. Upon her brow now sat a bright pink marking. The heat that graced her forehead burned for moments longer before fading and offering Mysticdream some relief of the pain it brought.

‘Feeling a little less frightened now of the darkness behind her, Mysticdream turned back towards the doorway, eager to tell her companions of this strange and wondrous event. But as she did so her breath caught inside her throat and her pelt rose in fear. Hiding within the shadows of the crystal, where its light couldn’t reach, sat dozens of strange black cats. They hissed and spat at her like snakes and glared at her with strange unearthly eyes. Mysticdream’s fear returned, more then ever now, and in a fit of panic she dove into the tunnels and ran.

‘Mysticdream ran and ran inside the many twists and turns. She never looked back and never turned to face the strange creators for fear that when she did, she’d find they were mere paw lengths behind her. After what seemed to her like moons worth of running, Mysticdream finally found a way out of the tunnels. When she finally broke from the tunnel and out into the warm open air. Even though Mysticdream had escaped on to the far side of the island, she was happy to see the barren and dry landscape of the desert. But after a while of exploring the strange barren territory Mysticdream grew worried about her companions that she’d left behind. The she-cat was sure she could remember the way back to the toms she-cat left behind. So she decided to return to them, as quickly as possible. But on her way back she was trailed by the strange shadows, although she never saw them she was sure they were there. Until one day a shadow attacked her. In a moment of panic Mysticdream lashed out and claws the cat across its face. With a great crashing sound the shadow with coated the animals coat shattered into pieces revealing another cat.
‘Mysticdream starred at the second cat in awe as he got back to his paws and starred at her. With a dip of his head the tom thanked her for saving him from the shadows. He explained to her that long ago, there had been many cats on the island and they had eventually become enslaved to their own greed. At this news Mysticdream grew even more worried about her companions well being.

‘Mysticdream and the tom ran as quickly as they could back to the toms she’d left behind but when she got there it was too late. Unaware of the danger they toms had fallen prey to the shadow cats. And as the full moon rose into the sky above them the shadows began to file out and surround the two cats. Mysticdream found a new courage within her, and with every ounce of her strength, she began to fight back with the shadows. With the tom at her side the two cats broke shadow after shadow, freeing the cats which had been trapped inside. With each swipe their numbers grew and they began to push the shadows back into the caves from which they’d come.

‘Soon only a handful of the shadows remained and Mysticdream now had many new followers. Still in a fit of rage however, Mysticdream chased after the shadows. She followed them down into the darkness, and the great she-cat was never seen again as a living cat. But the next morning when the group of cats returned to see of the she-cat was survived the tunnels, they found a clear path to the stones which had given Mysticdream her powerful marks. From then on the rest is always told differently. We know that the group of cats soon divided and became the three clans with inhabit this island. As time passed the dangers of this island however were forgotten. But the worse shadows always lurk in the brightest places"

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