Once, long ago, there were mice who fought over a large stone to be their home.
Much blood was spilled that night. The spirits who fought over the cave rose and
appeared. No wounds, or scratches were shown. They took 17 whiskers from
themselves and closed it in their paws. It appeared as a golden
star.
"Remeber that, follow 17 Whiskers of Law or Die." The spirits
annouced.
"MICE OF THE CLANS HAVE RISEN!" Yowled a mouse from a tall
rock.
"Who will become our leader?" A small white pretty-paw with silver
stripes asked. A sturdy gray he-mouse stepped forward. He had hard gray pads,
and strong back legs for jumping.
"I will."
"No!" Shouted a loevly
tortiseshell, her paws were white and delicate, but her arms and legs were
well-muscled, and her pelt was sleek.
"I will be leader." Argued the silver
striped mouse. The fought for a while, untill their lungs heaved for breath and
their eyes were thin and weak. Fur clumped on the ground and blood soaked the
grass.
"Stop!" Squeaked the starry mouse. "You are all foolish as rats!" The
white spirit was angry and her eyes were beady. Another he-mouse stepped foward,
his eyes wise and gentle.
"You must find your territory, find mice with your
abilities and strengh, set down borders and live peacefully on the 17 Whiskers
Of Law. The mice bowed their heads. The starry spirit also added.
"You will
come to the place called the Star Grounds. You will lay and stare up at the
starry spirits and sleep for one night. We will come to you and give you an
extra 17 lives if you will swear to lead your Clan wisely.
"You will become
medicine mice to heal the sick, and helpers to substitute everything if it is
needed. Warriors will fight and defend their Clan, nursing Mothers will suckle
kits and care for them."
The silver pretty-paw rasied a shining paw.
"What
about the elderly?" The starry spirit bowed her head respectfully.
"Elders
will be the honored ones, having the rest of their lives as rest." All the mice
murmured their agreement.
"Deputies will become leaders after a leader dies.
They must be chosen before sunset." The sturdy gray tom muttered something, loud
enough for everyone to hear.
"What else will they do?"
"They will
substitute the Clan, order around patrols, while leader may do the same and hold
Clan Meetings." A beautiful pretty-paw, golden, spotted brown, swayed to rest
her gaze on the mice.
"And once, every full moon, a meeting will be held. A
Gathering will be peace and leaders may share news with other Clans. If blood is
spilled on that night, you know we are very angry." All the new leaders bowed
their heads. SilverStar of SilverClan were the quick and nimble, crouching low
to sneak up on a cricket, or chase grasshoppers on the moors. LakeStar of
LakeClan were the swimmers, deep bellied in water, catching water skaters or
minnows. MountainStar of MountainClan lived up in the hills, rocky and they
could jump higher than any mouse possible.
But one night, blood hovered
through the forest, forming rats and their belief of the Darkness. They called
themselves KillerClan, and DeadSoul led the Clan
But the mice were strong and
the age of the Clans begun.
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