Set in a new forest, many seasons after Firestar and his time, life is good. The clans go through the normal routine of life and tensions are at an all time low. Border patrols chat like old friends, Gatherings are peaceful and light-hearted, and every clan seems to know just which cats will be apprenticed next in the neighboring clans.. That is.. until one particular Gathering.

The three clans were all about to depart when three cats covered in mud, with their scents hidden, yowled and called attention to themselves. They threatened war and the spilling of blood if things didn't change in the forest. When asked who was responsible for such threats, they replied: StarClan. Before anyone had a chance to ask anything else, they dissapeared.

Clan life went on as normal, and the three clans became even close as they promised to bond and drive out the threat. Nothing happened for a while, but the next moon, the queens in every clan were killed. The next moon, the same thing happened. With no unusual scents or signs of intruders, the cats finally realized, there was someone within the clans responsible. How else would they know which cats were soon-to-be queens? Suddenly every clan was against each other. Surely cats within their own clan wouldn't do such a cruel thing? It had to be other clans; or so they said.

With the next moon coming up, the clans have managed to protect a few cats from the attacks. It is half moon, and the medicine cats hope to finally get a sign from StarClan, though many cats know doubt their ancestors exist. After all, they had been silent for so long and the attacks had happened twice already.

With queens being silently killed in the dead of night, and StarClan no where to be found, it seems the thought future generations of clan warriors is impossible.. It seems no one can save them.. so..

Is it really worth it?
dying pursuit.

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Okay, so medicine cats are definately needed for the medicine cat meeting, as there will be a prophecy and whatnot. ^^ Also, if you are interested in a plot position, aka the mud cats, feel free to PM me

The point of this? Well with no queens, there are no kits being born, meaning there will be no future warriors. What are the clans going to do when the entire clan is old and weak, and eventually the living cats die out?

No more clans.

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When we last left you, 2014 was just restarting it's life. Things were off to a rocky start since the regaining of actual breathing creatures in the small town of Plentywood, but slowly, as time grew on- so did life and so did the inhabitants of Plentywood. Eight months have past since the pawsteps planted their mark on the town, and the dogs regained their life. Now the crumbling buildings have gained their own spirit. Ivy grows up the sides of them, and in the spring air flowers and weeds alike plop themselves along the ground, finally the once desolate town has gained its own rhythm. Dog's come and go, Pack's build up and break down, and it seems as though Plentywood really has gone to the dogs. But there's something sinister bubbling beneath the surface, and life as we know it may just be corrupted again, by the cruel twist of fate.

The Land of Destina, as you may know, was always beautiful, gorgeous, and prosperous. It was once a peaceful world; or as peaceful as anyone could have within reason.

The ruined lands left behind by wars of past were rebuilt; given to the victors… to all those who saw their blood drip in the scars of hatred.

For centuries, races lived peacefully, save for trivial skirmishes and battles, and most evil was subdued and succumbed.

All the lands prospered, and everything was calm…
for a time.

Anyone that is familiar with history knows that nothing is perfect,
and nothing lasts forever

Love, blood and treason hide in every corner.

But you are brave, traveler, and it may be our only chance.
There are destinies waiting to be written in this world
and one of them is certainly yours.

So come and join us, whether it be the fauns, the elves, the humans, the faeries, or the dwarves you favor;
play your part in the war that is about to come,
to shake Destina.

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