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Cat Clans begin
22:40 Jul 06 2007
Times Read: 524




In the days of old there were cats of large size and tooth. These are now referred to saber tooth tigers We usually refer to them only as SABER Claws. Being wild and independent uncontrolled and individuals more so than the wulf. These animals sought out the Dragon Clan. Being what they were to ask for knowledge and speech.



The first was Silver Fang a great male cat golden brown. He approached the Clan and demanded, he simply was fired on the rock he crouched on. A black spot even today still remain there. Second to go was another upstart to claim a name. His skull is said to be in one of man’s museums today.



But last came a female cat Black as velvet with eyes crystal blue. She took another approach.



Slowly she showed he lone dragon of old the ideas of company. The reasons of touch and caress the happiness of companionship. He in turn shared how to speak with his kind and the wulf as well. Deep within his soul she made a home and in dong so within a new sound grew. A song of pleasure. A sound of comfort. A purr was now the cat’s to have. Yes the dragon purrs and even howls as the wulf. But howling is talking in a way. Purr: happiness and joy contentment within a action enjoyed. She went from him then. Returning when she could. Teaching the touch and purr to all her kind. She is called Ponteni which in some old translation means: “One who sings in comfort.”



The gift she gave to Dragon was touch, he in return gave purr. Each now lives equally enjoying the other’s company.



Many cat clans are today but all remember the purr and what it stands for.



Saber turned into 4 clans Lion, Tiger, Leopard, Panther. From those came others but they are now not them. He story of the 4 great tribes of Cats is one yet to be told here to day. Perhaps it is the end and it should be where do we start…let’s see…

Wulf Clans begin
22:39 Jul 06 2007
Times Read: 525

And now to tell a tale of old. Of a starting. Long ago the wulfs ran free, wild as any animal ever was. There was one female that’s coat was grey as mist and eyes of the lake that is blue. Her name was Starclaws a loner and explorer She once heard of a great being hidden deep within the mountain rocks above her forest glen. For months she traveled those rocks. Finding food and shelter plenty. Seasons came and went. In the fall of he night a might black wulf appeared. Strange and different they growled and snapped at each other not knowing each other. Slowly she felt a stirring and knew this was her mate of life. Once the actions of wulf ways was done they traveled as one. One full moon a shadow passed over head and a strange scent filled the air. Both felt a tingle travel through their hair. Neither knew what it was nor what to make of it. she struck out to follow him close behind.



Only to be caught in a strange quick spiny snow. Then fate cruelly dealt its hand a rock shifted under her mates feet. And started him to lose footing. In the wind and snow he fell to the rocks below. The pain she felt was overshadowed by the instinct of survival for the storm worsened tenfold within those few seconds. Crashing through the snow where pockets between the rocks lay hidden she searched for shelter. Sudden the sweet scent seconds before the storm returned. Quickly she followed it. she felt warmth and calmness now, only she didn’t know understand why.



A dark cave floated quickly in her sight as the wind tore at Her move around there. Into the cavern she ran. Exhausted and cold she collapsed upon the floor and rests. Only then did she start to remorse for the one she had lost. And then realized no name he had given. She knew many with no name. she was one as well, but that would change for she was with pup and new mother’s name would be needed. Sleep came quickly to her. Energy spent, Emotions overflowing. The sweet embrace of darkness in the form of sleep came and she welcomed it to silence her heart and take her somewhere else.



When she woke. It was as if time had passed slowly. A sweet smell of pine and something else drifted in from the back of the cavern. And slowly she heard not with her ears but with her mind the worlds of “Little sister are you awake?” this startled her and she growled. But again came words she understood “Little one, fear not you are in my home and being so is well protected”



This calmed her little but the next moment a soothing softness was felt in her mind. A softness which she had only to fall warmly into and sleep once more took her. Dreams of the forest, hunting and her mate drifted in and out as the tide.



Next when she woke a fresh killed dear laid next to her. Steam still drifted from the corpse in the still cold spring air. A rumble/scraping she heard & felt as well in the rocks put her on her guard once more. And again words came to her mind “Little sister you must eat to be well. Your pups to be depend on it.”



Startled she looked into the shadows to make out a large shape she had never seen before. Snapping and defensive she rose to defend or attack which ever it took.



But words again came this time soothing and warm “Sister you need not fear me. For I wish to help. See I even brought you food”. She only slightly relaxed but cautiously took to the meal ever watching and waiting for deception. The dear tasted the best she ever could recall. And then sleepy and full she slept once more even as much as she fought to be on guard sleep on the battle that time.



Sun shining in the entrance. Upon a traipsing breeze the scent of the being awoke her. To find the rest of the deer had been removed and four rabbits now rested in its place. Finding her self hungry she ate. Seeing a pool of snow water she drank. Slowly she stretched and not sensing anything she followed the scent into the mountain deeper than any cave she had gone into before. The sweet pine and other smells grew stronger. Turning a corner a lighted cavern could be seen. In the way of wulfs she crept closer to see inside.



She yelped silently at what she saw. One of the old ones. Black as the night. Silvery grey marked his edges and details. Touches of reddish back tipped the profile she saw. He seemed to be asleep. But the words in her head told otherwise.



“I know your smell Little one. Please sister come out and learned to talk. Come and we will make a deal. You will want more to eat soon. and you



should not hunting in your state. I will do so for you”



These words struck her soul and she stepped out from where she hid.



A wulf grey as mist eyes as the deepest lake blue she stood majestic and proud. Daring him to move or do something. Instead he opened his eyes.



And spoke “Little sister, my name is Imperious and I am old. But I can still hunt and fight. I will raise yours as my own and teach them well. I shall protect you as long as you are with me. And in old age will give you release when you ask.” This pleased her and she barked. To that he shook his head and showed her in her mind how to talk to him. and then taught her to howl. Weeks of teaching went by and the pups came. The first mothers of the tribes. One black as night called Soulstealer. One grey as her mother calked Mistwalker. One white as the snow which took

their father called Winterwind. And one red called Wildfire. These are the four mothers of the Wulf Clans. These each went different ways. The Black to the forests to live and hunt. Grey to the mountains to search and explore. White to the fields of snow to look for those lost. And Red to the plains and flat lands to gather useful ideas and ways of others.



As they grew the dragon and their mother taught them all the wulf ways and how to speak with others and howl. And teach that their place was to guard the lairs of dragons using their talents to warn of harm and such. Roving in packs spreading news and information. Alone and yet not alone. No longer animals but beings that understood.



In the years to pass the “grand” mother died and the dragon placed her into the Stars for all to see but in a place a few to go. So she can watch and also hide. To this day she still does so.

22:33 Jul 06 2007
Times Read: 526

A companion for a dragon.



The village sent her forth to

Appease the Dragon’s soul.



A young lady sweet and nice

Innocent to the world and yet

Now her world is to end.



Dragon old and wise. Comes to

See who is brought to him this day.



His eyes see, his heart jumps and

The crowd runs, the lady screams and

Faints. And yet gently he carries her.



Within his place he puts her upon

A soft silken pile of cloth to rest.



Slowly silently he waits within

The shadows for her to arise and waken



She stirs unknowing. Looking forth

Through half-closed eyes. Searching.



Slowly she sits up dazed in the fact

She is still alive. And yet scared she might be.



He waits and walks from the Shadows.

As her eyes reflect her thoughts and troubles.



He shifts into her form. As an older

one he softly steps into her sight.



She sees a man older than herself and he

Step out somewhere. She awaits his

Voice or more words. Not sure what to do.



He sees her hesitate and softly welcomes

Her into his home. And reflects she will be safe.



Her mind whirls at the sound of his voice soft

Yet powerful. Old and knowing she listens.



He offers her food and drink. She partakes

Automatic like no tasting only the motions.



Slower her senses clear and the questions

Start as a dam that has broken and let the waters go.



Quickly and are the answers he gives

Almost as if he already know the questions.



Time passes she stays with him.

Learning to care for him and waiting for

him to return when he goes away from time to time.



Seasons past and the girl grows

Quickly into a woman. One that

Any man would be envious to have.



Upon her 21st year her friend told

Her he would tell her his name and

Secret. But only if she agreed to stay.



She had grown closer to him than

Anyone else she had ever known. In the

Seasons since she was given up to the dragon.



That day was never discussed nor

mentioned. But now she felt it was

Time to ask for the truth.



Upon her day of age she awoke to find

A grand dress and jewelry laid out for

Her to wear.



As she entered the main cavern She

Saw candles and Jewels sparkling as

Lights in the night sky.



A single chair had been placed

In the center of the floor.



His voice came from every where yet

Nowhere and asked her to sit.



Doing so She noted the Light seemed

To end Just beyond her sight and all

Was cast in darkness within the twinkling.



She called forth to him for the reason

Of this. And why on this day was

The memories of the past returning.



Slow from behind her she heard him

Move. His voice filled with emotion.



He told her of bring her here. Watching

Her awaken. And grow into what

She had become.



She asked what he meant For didn’t

The dragon fight within for her.



He stated that he fought the dragon

But from the inside was the hardest battle.



She wondered at this statement.

And turned to see him.



She jumped to her feet when the dragon’s

Face she saw. And yet she reached for

Him as she saw her friend’s eyes within that face



As she reach forth. He spoke his

Voice cracking with emotion.



He spoke of the day he saw her. How

His heart and soul cried out.



He spoke on the seasons they had shared

And the bond each had found within the other.



Her eyes shed tears and a smile lit her face

Realizing that had happened and yet seeing

What he feared as the ends of a beginning.



Slowly the hurt and loneliness left his

Eyes as she watched a spark grow to replace

What was.



Softly he asked her to stay with him

To be his companion and friend.



Then she laughed loud and quick. So

Much he Jumped at that heart felt sound.



With girlish glee and a woman’s seductiveness

She looked at him and answered she would.



As if chains had broken from him he

Felt Free and no longer alone.



As the years passed they traveled words

And places.



Legends of a lady and an old seer were

formed. And yet no one ever quite ventured

correctly.



She grew and cared for her friend. As age

Creeped into her body his love equaled any

Ever written of.



Upon her 90th year she weakened

His love nor magic could not save her.



And so again he is alone. Waiting

For some one to be the one for him.



Perhaps you will be hat one.

Only time and his heart can tell.



And yet maybe he has already

told his heart. But fears to ask you.



For if you answer no his world will

Darken and yet a yes will open it

Once again.



Does he dare take the chance. Or will he

Remain with memories and time never

To step forth again.



For you see he knows time is

only so long with someone. And

it hurts to lose love again and again.



We must wait and see. For your

Words will decide for him.



Word it well for he awaits to decide.



***

22:30 Jul 06 2007
Times Read: 527

The dragon stirs in sleep

The companion calls

And he stirs awake

Another enters and smiles

He slowly opens his eyes

The companion calls again

He smiles in comfort with her

The other takes his notice

She Fears with in her past.

He moves away so she relaxes

The companion requests

The dragon nods studyingly

The other slowly calms

The companion proves his kindness

The other joins

The Dragon stands knowingly

As to start the long journey

Both see him needed for.