Once the Fire Fades is now opening applications! You read that right, our applications are now officially open.

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After you have submitted the form, since members of staff will be reviewing each application personally, we ask that you give a few days time to hear back about a decision. Acceptances will be sent via discord dm to the account provided, so please be sure that you have requests turned on to receive that message!

We will continue posting information for our server while applications are open and announce once they are close to closing and finally closed. Please stay tuned for what comes next because we promise there is still a lot more to offer past the little bit of lore we have shared so far.

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Introduction to MeadowClan: Heronstar Speaks

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Leaves settle against the waking earth as the trees above it sway to the call of the wind. Its winding branches nearly puncture the sky as it reaches with all its might towards that ever-shifting hue of its face, as if it too can even grace its light. But the sky continues to pass by, even as the huddle of clouds hide its view, casting a cool shade over the serene landscape.

Unmoved by it all sat a lone tom, a long, silky white mane dangled off the tree branch dancing against the soft breeze, he slowly binked down at the bustling grove of his Clan, the tips of his lilac paws sweeping along the rough bark. A dark hat hid his expression from prying eyes but a mirth of a smile could be seen peeking underneath its shape. Tilting his head down a glow of brilliant blue eyes trace your figure, the tom’s body twists before a rush of air blows past your ears and there before you stood the same tom that once dangled from the restless tree. Age shows in his features but it did not do a disservice to his appearance, his eyes shine with a youthful spirit beyond his years yet remains wise by its own share of experiences. A breath of lavender clouded your senses as he approached, a calming embrace of familiarity yet an inexplicably wistful air resided with this slender cat. His greying muzzle breathed in a soft laughter as his lean figure dipped in respect at your appearance. 

“I see you have come to seek an audience with me? I can tell you hold many questions behind your tongue and I encourage your curiosity, little one. Would you allow me to regale you with the history left behind by our ancestors? Perhaps this could help quench your thirst?

–In years long past, when the earth was still fresh and the air was not laced with a charred scent, it had been said that our ancestors once stood side by side as one whole, collective unit bound by the single urge to hunt to their heart's content. While many enjoyed this shared comradery they held under one single piece of land, soon as the moons passed did a few started to spread their roots to enrich the mundanity of their lives. However, they did not know the calamity they had yet to endure in the horizons. In an instant, the land once beaming with life was consumed in a flash by the hunger of flames. The sky had turned an eerie red and its clouds darkened with ash, the only blinding source of light was the fires that surrounded the lands. And by then it was too late for you to escape its burning touch.Many lives were lost that day, a land that had once held beauty on its surface had been left with a hollowed look of a gaping hole of smeared remains. In the wake of the tragedy, the once united front have split off into three, each treading their own path to recovery.

Dawn held strong in the territory he marked before the fires, the edges of their territory had not been left unscathed but thankfully was the only thing that had suffered from the destructive force. In their truth– they sought thrill within the hunt, the plentiful prey and predators alike the territory offered. On the other paw however– Rubble’s territory had suffered the most, the cat’s that had huddled together in those lands had now thinned out to only a pawful at best and left with more wounds than a cat should carry. Despite it all Rubble led the straying fray to its desolet remaining territory, while left with nothing but ruin did they find a new driving source in their lands.

Then of course, Meadow had seemingly lost it all in the wake of the aftermath, they stood with the most disadvantage with dealing with the fires as their land became the biggest fuel to the gluttonous monster that tore through their grove. Even with her tiny paws, she could not stop as her home was whisked into ash, the blackened dirt forever marked what once laid there.Yet when she had returned one fateful night, as a call whispered out to her, the brown tabby molly surveyed the singed land without a clue what exactly what her eyes desired to search for. Nothing could have survived the intensity of those flames, not even the steel beasts that roamed these lands before had been able to withstand it.

Exhaustion creaked in every crevice of her bones, the drive that had seemed to have led her had almost extinguished alongside her hope. Her body finally gave weight to her sorrows, she blinked once, then twice, before her white underbelly too was tainted by the scar of the earth. As her green eyes gave one last flutter, the molly settled before she was consumed by the black void in her mind. But not all hope was lost yet, as her small ears flickered by the entrance of a new sound hushed by the echo of the wind. At first she could not pick up what she thought she was hearing, perhaps something more sinister lurked in the scorched lands where no life remained. It should have instilled her with a deafening fear in her heart, yet instead she found herself entranced all the same. As if a surge of new found energy had awakened in her.

Where the fire once roared and consumed a mouthful of flora that have long since rescinded into the soil, beneath all the debris of carnage laid something so infinitely small Meadow would have almost dismissed it as she padded by. Surrounded by nothing but the remains of what once was ash–laid the single bloom of hope that resurfaced in Meadow.

From then on this is where we have laid the foundations that you see today. Every great fruit tree that provides for us has been said to have been the few seedlings that Meadow personally attended to till her last breath. Even after she has joined silverpelt with her kin, MeadowClan continues to oversee the garden she had sowed with her paws. Cultivating generations of growth and enriching history in each root plant, holding great bounds of secrets within their stems. Now the once charred land bounced back with a wave of vegetation, while we still carry the scars that had entangled in our land, we carry the unshakable resilience that has given birth to a new life within the decay.”

“When our founders first embarked upon their lands, it is said that silverpelt itself guided all weary souls to their final journey. Before they left to return back to the shimmering stardust, they bestowed upon us law to be ingrained in our blood. An oath that kept the Clans bound in harmony and in a forever cycle of prosperity in each other's company, the Clan’s found their relationship bound in symbiosis as the moon would the sun. Seasons of leadership have long since left their marks on the warrior code– each with their own tales to tell behind each one of their words.  With all that said and done, I can’t say all have been judged equally under its code. But to deny our oath is to shatter our foundation. Seasons long history have been etched into our language– our paths! We can no longer uproot it from our home, even if we willed it. Even if it chains them, all must face the fate that awaits them at the end of their journeys. As long as I live and breathe on this soil may all be faired equally under the oath they have promised under the moonlit sky. No matter how big or small, I will pass each with the honor they deserve. –I too am not exempt, should the Clan see that I have failed in my duty as their leader of MeadowClan, will I never fear for the pit that awaits me down my trail.”

“MeadowClan has always watched and stood by the sidelines as each clowder took shape in their own territories. We hold no favors for one, nor do we wish to hold their ire. It is not in our nature to wish ill of any cat, no matter their origins. As we stand to hold an example for all the youth in our clan to respect all clan cultures even if they may differ from our own, do I feel a purr of pride escape my throat as I watch the apprentices mingle about the silver tracks. Gatherings bring a new perspective to those outside our bubble, and may even challenge our views that hold us back. Open your ears and you may find a like minded individual as yourself amongst the crowd, perhaps even a rival who sharpens your wits as well as your skills, or even just observing and awaiting an opportunity to present themself. There are boundless possibilities that are ready to take place here.

 Trailing back to the Clans themselves, there is pride to hold in one's accomplishments I will say, and DawnClan has every right to hold them. To be able to not only coincide with the twolegs in their lands that rise at dawn and settle by dusk, but to also shelter alongside the prey the twolegs gather in their structures–one can only stand in awe at their prowess that they exude. Do not mistake our praises for envy, while MeadowClan has a sparse variety in its prey selection, we are not pitiful to demand more than what we need for our clan. Yet it seems when one holds an over abundance of prosperity, one forgets their reason and they hold a hunger far beyond the prey on their pile but the singular emotion that goes beyond the need of one selves. Our land may contain a myriad of foliage, but there is only so much one can give at a time. Little one, you can not command a tree to bend at your will to snatch their nutrients, the season has only just begun and yet the young blossoms have yet to even mature its leaves. Just as when we are wounded from battle, we need time to heal our scars and to nurture it so that we may not exhaust our bodies. Lest we seek to ruin ourselves to the point of no return. 

And RubbleClan– Ah I know I have already indulged far beyond than is necessary but could you perhaps listen to my plea? While I retain the stance that our ancestors have enacted long before I took the mantle, I hold high respect for a Clan that has found its own independence apart from what they were destined to hold. Many do not hold favorable opinions towards them as for us Clan cats have always sought our StarClan ancestors for guidance. They hold this stagnate resolve that grounds them in their own beliefs, their paws leading them down the path less traveled by the Clans. Words alone cannot hold their prestige justice in my own humble opinion. In recent events however I cannot say I can stand by their actions wholly, one–one should not take the lives of cats lightly. For it is something that cannot be brought back once they have reached the stars. It was senseless and unwarranted. MeadowClan can only pray for the victims of DawnClan in this time of grief, as well as the new direction RubbleClan is leading towards now.”

“While MeadowClan seeks to expand their boundless leaps for knowledge, there have been concerns that have seemed to befall the clan for a extended amount of time I'm afraid. The elders have always been vocal in their insistence of–shall we say, withholding our share of the history we possess in our paws. I must reassure you that not all hold this same opinion under our orchard, age does a funny thing to our minds. Some grow wiser from their experiences, and will teach the youth an easier path that does not befall their same mistakes. Others seem to carry this belief that loyalty can only bloom in the visage of our gardens. In spite of their ignorance, they seem to have somehow forgotten that their own history that they recite if not every waking hour, than their whole lives.

The Clan may hold its reservations, but do not let this dissuade your decision in where you wish to place your paws. We were never built to be frozen in a stale state, immovable to change and growth. I hope to work towards destigmatizing my Clan to those who originated outside of our valley. While the choice is always ultimately up to you, I hope you are aware that I will await if you wish to call our grove your home.”

“In life, you will find there will be more questions than the answers through the lingering answer unspoken. Not everything is as defined as the shade of our fur, nor the grain beneath our paws. There is no shame in requesting aid should you find yourself unable to bypass the walls. In community it is where we thrive as a collective that even the tiny ants may have the strength to till the earth beneath their claws. I take pride in being able to foster in the drive my clan needs to properly prosper and flourish without the worry of falling behind. 

MeadowClan welcomes you within our garden should the path appear to you. We may not be able to offer you the feats of glory a warrior hardened by battles may offer you, but there is fulfillment in the labor we put in our herbs, and there is a sense of accomplishment in the way we read the stars. I can hear the chimes of destiny call around you, walk the path that leaves no regrets.”

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