Post by crickie on Jan 1, 2009 23:21:11 GMT -8
| G L A D E . s e c r e t s Give the secrets all away, and see what happens next the rumors spread like wild flowers, aggravated, hypnotized, vexed. The cats that live there cry before their lives go down a drain and sink into a fiery lore where souls cannot be claimed. Enter the Glade, where things are so calm, but enter into the cat's lives, and things, you'll find, are wrong. What do we have to offer? Well, for the advanced role-player, we have an open community with many others willing to post their novel-like posts with you! We also throw our arms open to intermediate and beginner role-plays; only if they are willing to accept our standards and can strive to hit the 200 word post mark to further their talents. . plot Apart from the change in the scenery, the clans are basically the same. ThunderClan remains strong, their kind hearts still accepting other cats, and still remaining faithful in StarClan. WindClan is still the noble clan of cats, closest to StarClan and swiftest at foot. ShadowClan, besides their weak threats to take over, have remained peaceful with the other clans, and RiverClan has grown stronger since after the great Blaze of Dartingstar's time. A while back, before the glade and the river expanded, the forest was inhabited by the original lake cats. Over time, the lake expanded, as did the forest, and the twolegs were pushed out by mother natures wrath. It was almost as if mother nature was getting back at the Twolegs for what they'd done to the forest territory so many long, agonizing, centuries ago. As the glade grew stronger, the clans adapted and too became strong. Besides the expansion in their territories, the clans have also adapted to the physical changes in their territories. The marshes that bordered WindClan now engulf half of their territory. RiverClan's streams have overflowed with the increase in water from the expanding lake and now a babbling book of dangerous proportion separates Camp from Territory. And aside from the meager Loners and Rogues that still plot to overtake the clans, there is peace. But the past leaf-bare was harsh. The Clans managed to survive it, and now signs of new-leaf are appearing. The temperatures however, have ceased to be any easier on the clans, and the snow is still caked to the ground. What little grass is found below is scorched and tarred from the fire three moons ago. The clans are recovering, and seeing as the land fails to do so in front of her eyes. The hope is dwindling and the cold air stands staunch, smelling like death at every turn… what's in store for the clans? Cookie -n- Cream |  |