history

Summer 105 - Summer 106

Oliver, Yggdrasil’s birth name, was born to a loner couple in Nandryx away from the tribes. It was chill and peaceful. The kitten played a lot together, had access to the wide land, and didn’t need to bother about anything. Usually, it was Oliver to explore new corners and fields first, then he guided his siblings to the newfound places. While they have been watched carefully by their mother, their father was patrolling the borders of their territory.
As for the litter itself, Oliver was the outgoing one, the one with the most energy. Lavender was quiet and selected for her young age, and very caring. While Milo was more for himself, and in the end behaving like a natural rival part to Oliver’s nature.
Shortly after, Oliver and his siblings have been old enough for hunting and fighting lessons. At first, Mara and Scar gave them lessons in a small margin but as they proved better, the parents decided they needed help from their family to prepare their offspring to survive the world.

The young red tom, now 5 months old, found an intruder inside their territory while playing around. The minimal knowledge he knew about fighting he tried to use for his advantage - and in the end, he failed miserably. The tom Oliver attacked had no problems swerving the young one's attempts to attack, giving him advice with every misstep Oliver took. In the end, another female had pinned the kitten down out of nowhere. With this, the two felines taught Oliver the first real lesson of combat.
They were nice, gaining Oli’s trust. The huge male introduced himself as Might, his father’s younger brother, and Heaven, Might’s mate. Scar told them with the help of Might he achieve educating his children better.
Soon, Scar started to mentor Milo, Lavender was mentored by Heaven and Oliver was mentored by Might (a bit comparable with the Warriors mentorship; teaching their ways of hunting and fighting). The children were taught to be careful with resources, with potential threats and especially being cautious towards strangers and predators. That there was a reason why they have been so far away from the tribes and other cat groups.

But for Oliver, after a few months of training, feeling like he was the best anyways, he started to play it easy. The promised bad things never came to happen, winter was mild and life still was peaceful.
Might was disappointed with this stance of the growing tom, arguing and fighting with him to try and change the motivation again. It was Oliver who made it worse, taking the arguments as a personal rejection. The strong and good band they forged trembled, Might decide to mentor Milo instead of Oliver. This event alone made Oliver feel like he was betrayed by Milo, stealing his perfect mentor from him. Without any good reason (because he is still a child in his head) he started to behave cocky, showing Milo and Might that Oliver himself was the best among them all - and that he disapproved of the change of mentorship
The red tabby tom had withdrawn him back to his lilac-cream colored sister, she was his focal point since then. Who needed this traitor Milo?
Milo only held deprecation and hate for his brother. The way the red one treated him was gross and unequable. Their training became more brutal and in the end, they didn’t go easy towards one another. Both have carried wounds and scars under their long fur after every training session. Father and uncle have seen this too late in the progress of time and had then to act quickly.

It was hard for Mara to hear that Milo decided he wanted to leave. For the cream Toyger tom, dividing the brothers was the only chance to avoid any other bloodshed. After an evening of discussion, without Lav and Oli, Might and Heaven promised to take care of the cream tom. They would leave with him, Milo was trained good and would help to educate the kitten of expecting Heaven. With the news of her sister-in-law, Mara gave in. Her wonderful son would be save, he would be a teacher - and maybe, develop into an awesome tom, far away from Oliver.
The remaining sibling noticed their uncle, Heaven and Milo were about to leave, without sharing any word of it before. Angered by the fact Oliver ran after them, yelling at them why they have been too craven to tell them. The anger of the red tom that found its outlet fighting his brother now formed into poisonous words. Oliver blamed Milo for everything, now that he left with his idol. Milo was stealing Might from him, the opportunity to get better. The enraged cat wanted to launch at his brother, who provoked him by walking and ignoring when Might stepped in.
Obviously angered now, the adult had spit words of aggression at Oliver he didn’t even understand. Might pierced those words into him as he laid there on the grass floor. The red tom held all fault, his inept behavior caused all this. Milo was just defending himself from the unnecessary and passive-aggressive treatment Oliver gave him.
They left and Oliver felt as bad as never before. For the first time, the young tom started to think about what he did wrong and started to blame himself for tearing his family apart. The only thing he had ever know, the only place where he could go when he felt defeated. Though, not this time… The all so energized and chatter-motivated tom was quiet and tired. Lavender comforted her fire-colored brother and only after this, he admitted that he was thankful for everything.

A few weeks passed when something changed in the winds, in the atmosphere. An eerie and unfamiliar itch settled in the pelts of the four-headed family, trying to warn them about something. In the middle of spring, trees died, flower fields withered, the water tasted spoiled and prey started to die. The end came slowly, too slowly to truly fear what happened. If they only knew…

The forest in their territory was all dead weeks later, the grassland turned into a wasteland. Death was everywhere, it did stink everywhere. The prey laid down rotten on the dry ground and eventually the woods lit in bright flames. Mara urged the family to go, go and meet the tribes. They must have held a solution, something that could prevent the family from dying.
This was the end.

Scar got heavily burned by the flames while the family fled. Through heavy hurricanes and earthquakes, they somehow managed to keep Scar alive and move forward. Oliver during this fell sick. The plague that destroyed the world had got him, maybe to punish him for what he did to Milo. And while his legs and muscles getting weaker, his confusion grew and finally, Oli lost every memory from this point on.

After this, Oliver remembered waking up next to Mara, in unknown terrain. Confusion still hazed his mind when Oliver noticed that he was all alone with Mara. She looked horrible, he looked horrible. Both mostly bone and pelt, Mara looked so tired… It took some time for Oliver to understand what happened, his mother hesitated to tell the story.


When he passed out, Scar was infected as heavy as Oliver. Mara and Lavender must have gotten some sort of milder version of the plague, somehow holding the family together. While Oliver slept most of the time and not being addressable when awake, Scar partially freaked out. His burns forced the family to stay away from the tribes who must have found a solution. They formed a portal into a new land, promising for those who wanted to survive - at least that was what strangers told them.
One day the big scared tom disappeared when they planned to join the tribes in the new world. Lavender left to find him, bring him back safely.
Mother said, she couldn’t leave her son who was about to die, and accepted her daughter’s decision. She was strong, she would succeed. But as time passed, her hopes died more and more. She promised the sleeping tom to save him. She would bring him through The Door.


Shocked by the story, unable to remember anything from their escape, Oliver was left speechless. What were they supposed to do now? He couldn’t leave his mother, no. He was the only one left by now of their family. Other refugees informed them they had to leave the neutral land. They needed to go as far away from the tribes as possible if they didn't intend to join them. Forced to, mother and son left. Walking past the tribe borders over the mountain chains, and further and further. Eventually, they made a huge willow-like tree their home. All sorts of weird creatures lived here and there, for the relief of the two they were mostly friendly. The new land held all sorts of prey and plenty of it. For once, Oliver had to take responsibility. Hunting on his own the tom had to learn that he wasn’t as good as he always praised himself to be.

Time gave Oliver the option to really learn how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive. Fighting off intruders from their territory, playing tricks on some of the weird creatures to his advantage. Mara fell into sadness, her hopes of seeing her mate, daughter, and son again, faded with the weeks. Of course, Oliver missed them badly as well. But for Lavender and Milo, they couldn’t be dead. The male refused to believe this, and he always told his mom.
During one of their dinners, Mara asked Oliver for a favor and he agreed. Her beloved son didn’t live the life she wanted him to have, she didn’t want him to get old and die on her side. Everything she ever dreamt of was her kitten to be free and happy. Oliver should have the possibility to find love, a purpose to fight for - a family to start one day. He wasn’t supposed to rot on her side.
Oliver was bewildered by those words, he couldn’t leave her. The mother demanded him to go, she was fine there on her own. Declaring she needed time to heal, to get used to not have her mate around, her little kitten. It was a process of sorrow Mara didn’t want to burden Oliver with. When the time came, she would join him, his new life. His mother would join the tribes and start from the beginning. But for this, she needed to accept the ending of the past first.

The next morning, Oliver left saying goodbye. The last advice Mara gave her same colored son was to listen to his heart. He would know which tribe to join when he has to make the choice.

On the days of travel Oliver couldn't think of anything else but worrying about his mother, at times he was going back the route, then decided to walk the path again. He didn't feel a connection except for the one with nature itself until… He was wandering the way back from where Mara and he came at first, his paws have carried him into a warm land, the heat was welcoming Oliver from the cold autumn morning.
In the middle of dark stones, floating magma, Oliver found himself in from of a giant totem. Its shaped, its eyes… had forces his paws to go all along with this volcano, its power drew him right through his fear. And as soon as the young tom noticed that his heart raced at an unknown speed, whispers reached his mind. A word… No, a name?

Yggdrasil.

A fiery sting burned his right iris and all of a sudden he felt power. With a confident and life-fueling smile, he knew that now his name was Yggdrasil, a cat fighting for the fire of love and the power of the flame. Yggdrasil had found his new home, he was staring right into the Camp of Fire Tribe.