EXTINCTION

EXTINCTION: REVENANT

Stars fell like bullets from the sky. Twenty years ago, they set out to purge the forest of the clan cats. It's the beginning of the end. A Waterless Flood swept across the landscape. The flood was meant to cleanse the forests; instead, it fueled the fire of depravity. Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan are no more.

THE FACTIONS

CHILDREN of STARLIGHT 🌟 Blood turns to gold. Sanity turns to desperation. The mind is lost when searching for Starclan again. They are blinded by their mission to bring the Stars home again. For Sun and Stars.

BEAST and BLOOD 🐅 Pollution has turned these cats into their namesake - nothing more than beasts. Hooves and horns make these cats appear fearsome. Instead of looking to the stars, they favour the darkness.

CORVID COLONY 🪦 Predator turned prey, She Who Waits cradles them. There is comfort found in the crows and magpies circling overhead. Skulls hold more value than gold. Death will find them always.

SOCIETY of the SEA 🌊 Drowning in poverty and sickness, barely able to keep their heads above water, only their endurance keeps them afloat. Cats of the dockyard, corruption rots deep in the ships hull.

Our story is set twenty years after the fall of our four original clans, watch as each faction becomes a more deprived and shameful version of their ancestors. The clans live in an industrial city, filled with pollution and deadly elements.

In-depth lore, constantly changing and forming, as characters explore the world.

Unique social structures and ranks for each faction.

A safe space to explore intense & dark themes.

An engaging community of writers and artists.

“For Death and the Colony!”

Soothingday is the newest Scholar of Children of Starlight; plucked from his mothers' nest during a crusade, shes been successfully indoctrinated into the clan. Her world is shrouded in a thick "fog" caused by memory issues, stemming from the fact her soul is the reincarnation of the Starseekers own mother. Maybe Starclan will guide her to her memories again, or perhaps the Dark Forest holds the keys to her past identities?

“Praise be StarClan!”

Everyone’s favourite himbo, with a head full of stars. Blazingbat is painfully loud, chatty and dog-like in his affections. Appearing loveable, kind and charming, it’s almost easy to forget that his adoration for StarClan has rooted a darkness in his paws. His body is theirs to command and, if a cat should ever dishonour them, he will always carry out whatever is necessary to correct it.

But it wasn’t always this way.

Shiveringsun, the Prophet Starseeker of Children of Starlight. Strict and hypocritical, though unknown to the cats that follow him as their religious guide of the Stars. He’s lost his sight in a bid to prove just how loyal he is to their most glorious light. He’s not above using StarClan’s most loyal and devout to suit his own ends, though he’s discovered since the soft spots that still linger in his heart for those among them. Kind and gentle for a chosen few. He’s harsh in his punishments, though you may be able to persuade him to change his mind… for a price.

Trepidstar, the humblest of knights and leader of Children of Starlight! He’s a reserved and polite cat, willing to save even the most sinful of cats. He believes only Starclan Eternal can bring forth his emotions, and anything negative is the result of the dark forest trying to consume him from the inside. He must purge the darkness inside of him, for the good of the children, for Starclan’s will, to s̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶.̶

by @littlerabbitarts

Ratblood prowled around her with careful steps, his attention hot on her pelt like the stare of the summer sun. Like the inky magpies circling overhead of the glass dome above.

“As a Battleforged you will ensure our cubs grow strong and proud… let the Dark Forest bless them with scars as striking as your own. Pass down your knowledge and your gained experience of this world to them, give our pack the education it needs to conquer our enemies and win our battles! You will bear witness to the assessment of our new generations. You will use your judgement to decide which mentor will guide each cub.” His rough, rising voice drowned out even the distant croaks of frogs and songs of birds and bellows of toads that framed the botanical house as a never-ending white noise.

The small leader arrived in front of Moonshadow. He crouched flat to the mosaic floor for a moment, low and poised. Like a coiled spring, he pounced. His teeth - crooked with the front fang chipped - latched onto her throat but he did not bite down violently. His teeth dug into her throat with careful, intentional pressure. For a moment he hung off the floor, his paws lifted from the ground. Only the strength of his jaws, carefully locked onto the meat of her neck, kept him lifted. He could feel the new Battleforged’s muscles beneath his teeth. Years spent consuming the cat anatomy had finally paid off. He did not strike a single vein.

His paws hit the mosaic flooring with a small thud. A dash of blood coated his chipped fang. Ratbloods tongue wiped over the canine, savouring the taste. It would tie him over for a few days. His lips twitched and, just between the two, Moonshadow would witness a grin crack on his maw, stained with her own blood.

“This wound is no shame… it is the seal of one who endured, of one who is forged in battle. You have been scarred tonight beneath the watch of Dark Forest and of Beast and Blood, as our first Battleforged! Moonshadow, Moonshadow, Moonshadow!” He chanted her name loud and proud with the taste of her neck still spiking his tongue.

“Trepidhollow will be the new leader of the children.”

The tom’s ears flickered, the words not registering the first time. As more and more cats turn their heads towards him and call his newly given name, it hammers into him until it’s finally nailed in,

They’re calling for me.

Wait.

Me?

He blinks, taken aback by the decision made. I’m the new leader…? Suddenly an unwelcoming feeling worms its way into his chest, a sense of dread that picks and claws at his pelt. He swallows thickly, trying to push the darkness off of him without giving away to the cats staring his way, their gazes digging into his fur.

He’s broken out of his state when the cat beside him mutters his name. He glances towards Dyingdog, the same cat he looked up to bowing his head deep in respect. He was at a loss for words. His tail clung to the older cat, but it slides off as Dyingdog nudges him forward to his feet. Suddenly he’s walking up to the stage, his mind flooding with questions.

Why me? I’m just a lowly knight, I haven’t even been made a lionheart. Am I truly qualified for this? Will I truly lead the children towards the path of starlight?

As he steps onto the stage, he passes Grimglow, still bleeding from his injuries. The poor knight still wanted to look dignified his failed efforts at bringing the failed traitors to justice. Suddenly Trepidhollow didn’t feel quite as bad. Perhaps he deserves this after all.

Trepidstar arrives at Shiveringsun’s paws, kneeling before him. “I am honored, Starblessed Prophet. These paws shall serve our clan and will lead us towards the light, with you and Starclan Eternal guiding me."

art by w0lfknight

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Stars fell like bullets from the sky.

Twenty years ago, they set out to purge the forest of the clan cats.

It's the beginning of the end

A Waterless Flood swept across the landscape. The flood was meant to cleanse the forests; instead, it fueled the fire of depravity.

Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan are no more.

THE FACTIONS

CHILDREN of STARLIGHT 🌟

Blood turns to gold. Sanity turns to desperation. The mind is lost when searching for Starclan again. They are blinded by their mission to bring the Stars home again. For Sun and Stars.

BEAST and BLOOD 🐅

Pollution has turned these cats into their namesake - nothing more than beasts. Hooves and horns make these cats appear fearsome. Instead of looking to the stars, they favour the darkness.

CORVID COLONY 🪦

Predator turned prey, She Who Waits cradles them. There is comfort found in the crows and magpies circling overhead. Skulls hold more value than gold. Death will find them always.

SOCIETY of the SEA 🌊

Drowning in poverty and sickness, barely able to keep their heads above water, only their endurance keeps them afloat. Cats of the dockyard, corruption rots deep in the ships hull.