Post by Frosty on Jun 29, 2010 12:27:51 GMT -5
We Must Stick Together...
In a time of happiness will come great sorrow.
In a time of health will come great illness.
In a time of light will come great darkness.
With the new prophecy cat's are scared, not knowing what to expect. They expect great horror is about to happen, but what happens is not what they expect.
When the mooncave collapses, covering the moonpool there is no way for leaders to receive nine lives or for medicine cats to share tongues or for leaders to get answers. Starclan has even stopped appearing in dreams. Worse is the horrible things that start to happen.
A sickness has spread over the clan, something worse than greencough. The medicine cats have started calling it redcough for the amount of blood that comes out of the sick cats. And without starclan no one knows what to do anymore. Cats will revolt, fight one another, for no apparent reason.
One by one the clans get this Redcough and one by one they get smaller. With low in numbers comes weakness. With weakness comes fights. With fighting and war comes falling.