Post by Fret on Jun 27, 2020 18:02:06 GMT
Northclan
Name Origin: "North" comes from the Northern Star which is highly respected by the clan because it is believed to be a sign of the god's watching. Sometimes the clan refers to it as the God's eye. The first leader decided to represent the clan's religion by naming the clan after their respected star.
Leadership: Bureaucratic- a clan leader who has proven themselves worthy to the clan makes the official decisions but has a council who can guide them through decisions. they don't necessarily have to listen to the council but it is recommended to avoid anarchy in the clan.
The council is built up of trusted elders, the medicine cat, and the leader's firstborn kit.
Leaders are chosen through trials. if someone completes the trials they are next in line for leadership. This is often the Leader's kit, who is trained by the leader themself and prepped for leadership. Sometimes someone else steps in and takes the role.
Location: Northern face of Black Peak located in Alaska, USA.
Northclan lives in the mountain's biggest cave system which is heated by a hot spring.
Dens in the cave surround the open oasis. Dens closer.to the water are high ranking and the council. This is because the spring is considered a source of healing gifted to them by the Gods. Dens closer deserve the most healing whilst the farthest dens are either sinners still allowed in the clan or those who are working to redeem themselves to the gods.
Skills: Northclan is skilled in fighting. The leader is known to make many military decisions and trains warriors to fight large predators. they're average in hunting but are more likely to catch larger prey using brute strength.
Lifestyle and Religion: Northclan lives a very strict regimen. They spend half their time devoted to the clan, a quarter of their time devoted to praying to the gods and another quarter is spent on friends and family. They get very little time to slack of, or to just spend with themselves.
Northclanners think their religion is just as important as hunting. They live day-to-day devoting themselves to the Gods. This is because when they pass away they believe they join their ancestors on the Mountain's Peak- where they are closest to the gods. If they misbehave they go to a place called The Underground. It's a dark, wicked place beneath the mountain where they never see their gods or ancestors again.
Northclan believe in many gods, saying that they represent everything in the world. They show themselves as stars during the night and send gifts such as the northern lights or rainbows when they are pleased. When they're angry they send long-lasting blizzards and chaotic disasters.
The most respected god is Black Peak- the God of the mountain they live on. She is a motherly goddess who takes the form of a small black cat with white eyes. Cats who are born small and black are considered to be good luck.
The next most respected god is Chena, god of the hot springs. He shows himself as a fluffy white tom with white eyes. Cats born that resemble him are believed to be good healers and often become medicine cats.
L'Chien is a mysterious god who takes the form of a gnarly dog-like creature. He is considered the god of eyes because he watches over the underground and prevents the sinners from leaving.
There are many more gods such as Babiche, goddess of storms and Chat, goddess of life. These gods are still honored but are less likely to be seen in person.
Origin: After the group broke up, Mouse turned his head away from his brother. He closed his eyes, fighting the buffeting wind. After a deep breath and a moment of meditation he turned to the remaining cats.
"Those who want to come with me better start walking lest you want to freeze to death."
He turned, using his paws to guide him towards their next home. He hid his tears and kept walking, letting the gods lead him.
Mouse did not know where he was headed, only that he needed to find shelter and quick. Something like a cave or a ditch in the ground would have to do before the kittens froze to death in the cold. Not that some hadn't already. One kitten couldn't survive the wind and died laying in its grieving mother's grip. Mouse could still hear her sobs fading into the wind as he marched on, listening for the sound of footsteps behind him. A huge chunk of the group followed him rather than his brother, an idea which gave him enough strength to keep walking. "Stick close together," he shouted through gritted teeth, "we will be warmer that way!"
The cats cuddled close, walking uniform to one another. It was the most efficient way until someone said, "There's a cave right there!" It was small and wet but it would shelter the cats from the wind so they camped out for the night. Mouse did a head count, finding that he had sixteen other cats to take care of now. Bellies rumbled and he wished he had food to give but they'd have to wait until the storm was over.
"I'll keep watch, you sleep Mouse," a tom croaked from the corner. Mouse turned and eyed the frail young tom who offered to help. He has a curly chocolate colored pelt and big green eyes. "Okay, Otter," Mouse complied, laying down on the cold hard stone and closing his eyes.