Post by Cobalt on Jun 13, 2014 0:11:16 GMT -5
Moons have passed since the Clans' harshest leaf-bare, and they seem to have recovered well. Now it is greenleaf, and they seem to be prospering despite their decrease in size. Inter-clan relations are peaceful, restrictions loose. But dangers will always lurk beyond the boundaries, and with such small numbers all cats know in the back of their minds that only a miracle could save them if another disaster came.
Friendships with cats of other Clans are not only permitted right now, but expected. Half-clan kits would be met with joy - anything to increase numbers is welcome. The cats left after the period of sickness, food shortage, and bitter cold are the strongest or the luckiest. There has been a rise in faith in StarClan, as many believe their survival was a true miracle. The prey is running again, the water flows well, SandClan is adapting to their territory, and the more lenient mixing of Clans has led to many new ideas.
Rogues and loners in the outlands, on the other hand, are not faring quite as well. Only a few small groups who had reluctantly banded together against the cold remain, and yet prey doesn't seem to be running as well as it should. They survive, yes, but they do not prosper.
The next step of the plot will be revealed once we gain some momentum.
