Warriors: New Times

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Name of Site: Warriors: New Times
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Types/Kinds of Animals Allowed: Cats/Warrior cats
Types/Kinds of Humanoids Allowed: I'm not sure what this means, but Humans aren't the man idea on this site. It's all cats.
Is magic allowed? From StarClan, I guess.
What is the time setting? Oh....around 2027
General Theme: There are four clans, ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan.....but in the future. A bomb was let off by the twolegs (humans) and hardly any cats were left.

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Admin Contact Details: I'm not allowed to give out my e-mail, sorry. But you can contact me on the site as Zadaa.
Creation Date: May 29
Activity: We just started. But we got 10 members in the first day.
Difficulty: Intermidiate-Difficult
Plot/Intro: Humans have conquered the earth. People live in masses everywhere. People are getting frustrated. There is no room on the earth, no food, no water, no oil, no fun. Even the clans, ThunderClan, brave and noble; ShadowClan, strong fearless; WindClan, swift and numberous; and RiverClan, silky and caring; are feeling the pressure. All four clans have been pushed onto two of the territories. The other two are destroyed.

War breaks out, not just within the clans, but with people too. Claws rip out fur while guns are fired, blood is shed everywhere. One country is smart, but not enough; one country thinks, but doesn't ponder enough; one country gathers power, but has too much power.

That country drops the ultimate atomic bomb. If the force didn't kill you, the sound did. Billions died. The two-legs population went from 6 billion to 3 million. No one is left, it seems. The humans come together, in peace, ashamed of what they have done. Families are torn apart. Everyone is in confusion, but everyone works together to re-builed.

But it was not just the weird two-legs that were hurt from the bomb. The clan cats' numbers were shrunk. Only four apprentices were left. Four. One from each clan. They thought it was StarClan's punishment, destroying their clans. The apprentices, like us humans, sought peace. They decided to re-build the clan. It would take years, and it did. The clans are still growing now, not quite as big as they once were, but they are growing. They shelter kitty-pets, loners, rogues, any cat that they find.

The four apprentices that were left are now presently grown and the four leaders today. Peace be with you.

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