"While some Clans spend
their time reflecting
on the powerful warriors
of ancient times, we
fear them."
their time reflecting
on the powerful warriors
of ancient times, we
fear them."
The True Wildcats
Long ago, ancient cats roamed the earth as one. They hunted and rose young together. All was perfect.
But none of them expected what was to come.
Many years later, these cats would be split into two - Big and Little. The big cats remained large and powerful,
becoming what they are now known as Lions, Leopards, and Cheetahs, while the little cats became scrawny and
powerless; nothing like their ancestors. They became wildcats. The big cats became arrogant and took more than
they needed simply because they could. Some little cats either died off, or were forced to adjust to these changes,
becoming Servals and Caracals. Others, the wildcats, decided they would take another approach. They would
work together, forming Clans that, through the power of numbers, were just as strong, or stronger as big cats.
BaobabClan was founded by a group of African Wildcats. And as time went on, their descendants (domestic cats)
came to join them, either finding their ways by sheer luck, or being brought by their twolegs and forgotten.
BaobabClan knows that if they are to survive this difficult and challenging lifestyle, they are to work together to
overcome the big cats, and to survive.
Your paws ache. Your throat feels drier than the ground you've been walking on.
How long has it been? The horizon dances in waves of heat and silhouettes of strange
animals decorate it. Where are you? One moment, you're sitting comfortably in a twoleg
contraption that swims better than an fish you've known. The next, you're left behind. Forgotten.
Then it hits you. Cat scent. You had been unaware the entire time that shadows were following you.
But you're too weak to fight back and before you know it, you're pinned against the ground. Hisses
ring in your ears, demanding to know who you are and what you're doing in BaobabClan territory.
Confused, questions fill your mind. BaobabClan? Territory?
Suddenly another cat appears before you. He looks very familiar to yourself, but then again, is quite
different. He sniffs your pelt, which makes you squirm uncomfortably before he sits beside you.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Using what freedom you have, you wildly shake your head no. The tom smirks and signals for you to be
released, which, after some hesitation, you are.
"I am Jackalstar, leader of BaobabClan. Our numbers have been dwindling since the drought, and we
could use more warriors. We offer food, water, and protection in exchange for your service. Would you
be willing to join our Clan?"
Your eyes stretch wider at his offer. Food and water... Your stomach tightens as if to remind you
of how hungry you are. And your mind goes back to those strange silhouettes you'd seen earlier.
Protection... You rise to your paws and nod. Jackalstar seems pleased at your decision and the
three of you travel together towards a large, fat tree. More cat scent tells you many more cats have been
here, and with another sniff, you learn they are still here. Jackalstar leads you to a gaping hole within
the tree's trunk, and all three of you leap inside and are greeted by many voices. Jackalstar halts you and
climbs up to a thick branch. As if instinctively, many cats file in and sit beside you, either staring up at
Jackalstar, or looking at you questioningly. Suddenly Jackalstar's voice rings out, making you jump.
"This cat will be joining BaobabClan, to train and serve as a warrior. Although they are
new and unfamiliar with our ways, I expect our Clan to greet this newcomer as one of our own. From
this moment on, you will be known as..."
How long has it been? The horizon dances in waves of heat and silhouettes of strange
animals decorate it. Where are you? One moment, you're sitting comfortably in a twoleg
contraption that swims better than an fish you've known. The next, you're left behind. Forgotten.
Then it hits you. Cat scent. You had been unaware the entire time that shadows were following you.
But you're too weak to fight back and before you know it, you're pinned against the ground. Hisses
ring in your ears, demanding to know who you are and what you're doing in BaobabClan territory.
Confused, questions fill your mind. BaobabClan? Territory?
Suddenly another cat appears before you. He looks very familiar to yourself, but then again, is quite
different. He sniffs your pelt, which makes you squirm uncomfortably before he sits beside you.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Using what freedom you have, you wildly shake your head no. The tom smirks and signals for you to be
released, which, after some hesitation, you are.
"I am Jackalstar, leader of BaobabClan. Our numbers have been dwindling since the drought, and we
could use more warriors. We offer food, water, and protection in exchange for your service. Would you
be willing to join our Clan?"
Your eyes stretch wider at his offer. Food and water... Your stomach tightens as if to remind you
of how hungry you are. And your mind goes back to those strange silhouettes you'd seen earlier.
Protection... You rise to your paws and nod. Jackalstar seems pleased at your decision and the
three of you travel together towards a large, fat tree. More cat scent tells you many more cats have been
here, and with another sniff, you learn they are still here. Jackalstar leads you to a gaping hole within
the tree's trunk, and all three of you leap inside and are greeted by many voices. Jackalstar halts you and
climbs up to a thick branch. As if instinctively, many cats file in and sit beside you, either staring up at
Jackalstar, or looking at you questioningly. Suddenly Jackalstar's voice rings out, making you jump.
"This cat will be joining BaobabClan, to train and serve as a warrior. Although they are
new and unfamiliar with our ways, I expect our Clan to greet this newcomer as one of our own. From
this moment on, you will be known as..."