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Choose a tribe. Watch your back. And don’t stop running.

Filled with thrilling adventure and romance, The Forsaken is praised by as “a fast-paced novel [that] you’ll get sucked into. You just can’t seem to put [it] down.”

As an obedient orphan of the U.N.A. (the super-country that was once Mexico, the US, and Canada), Alenna learned at an early age ...
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Choose a tribe. Watch your back. And don’t stop running.

Filled with thrilling adventure and romance, The Forsaken is praised by as “a fast-paced novel [that] you’ll get sucked into. You just can’t seem to put [it] down.”

As an obedient orphan of the U.N.A. (the super-country that was once Mexico, the US, and Canada), Alenna learned at an early age to blend in and be quiet—having your parents taken by the police will do that to a girl. But Alenna can’t help standing out when she fails a test that all sixteen-year-olds have to take: The test says she has a high capacity for brutal violence, and so she is sent to the wheel, an island where all would-be criminals end up.

The life expectancy of prisoners on the wheel is just two years, but with dirty, violent, and chaotic conditions, the time seems a lot longer as Alenna is forced to deal with civil wars for land ownership and machines that snatch kids out of their makeshift homes. Desperate, she and a charismatic warrior named Liam concoct a potentially fatal plan to flee the island. Survival may seem impossible, but Alenna is determined to achieve it anyway.
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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Sandra Eichelberger
In the UNA—United Northern Alliance of the United States, Canada and Mexico, Alenna Shawcross has failed the government test that predicts her future violent behavior and is sent to "the wheel," a prison run by machines. Her parents were arrested years ago and she has tried to behave and blend in, but after the test, she is sent to the brutal world of prisoners. There she encounters combating groups of teens and brutal violence plus the added possibility of being snatched by terrorist machines. As in many dystopian tales, the romantic yearning takes center stage as the whirlwind of danger swirls around them. There are secrets involving her parents and hidden messages that pull at Alenna to get off the wheel. The book doesn't quite live up to its promise of a fully developed dystopian world of the caliber of Hunger Games or Divergent. It was interesting and yet not riveting. The characters need to be a little more fleshed out and demonstrate more depth than is evidenced here. Reviewer: Sandra Eichelberger
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—Alenna Shawcross just turned 16, which means it's time to submit to the Government Personality Profile Test to see if she has (or might some day have) tendencies toward crime or antisocial behavior. Luckily, she isn't worried about passing. Though she's never felt she fits in, she was raised in a government orphanage, and while she is curious about the Prison Island Alpha images she has seen on the government-sanctioned vid screens, she has never exhibited any deviant behavior. Imagine her shock to wake up, bruised and confused, in the undergrowth on Prison Island Alpha. Alenna is drawn into a band of young rebels who don't seem at all like the criminals she expected. Within two days, she's joined the leadership of the Orange Sector, battling the Blue Sector "drones" who worship the Monk, eventually making their way to the Gray sector, which appears to lead to escape. Unfortunately, the backstory and time line don't hang together. Although Alenna can remember watching TV with her cozy family in New Florida, her parents were taken away in the middle of the night when she was 10, and by the time she is 16, Minister Harka has put UNA (encompassing Canada, the U.S., and Mexico) under strict military rule; outlawed cell phones, the Internet, and personal computers; put the population on "thought pills"; and convinced families to let their teens submit to the GPPT. The author has creative moments, but this story of independent teens retreating to the forest with homemade weapons to find young love and resist overbearing government has been told many times in recent years and The Forsaken doesn't have anything to distinguish it from the masses.—Maggie Knapp, Trinity Valley School, Fort Worth, TX
From the Publisher
"The Forsaken presents a classic dystopian theme, with a corrupt government becoming overpowering and tyrannical, with the twist of science-fiction robotics and genetic manufacturing... Stasse has brilliantly combined two popular teen genres into a world of action and suspense that most teen readers will not want to put down."
VOYA - Blake Norby
Alenna Shawcross is sixteen and has been an orphan for six years when it is time for her to take the government-mandated personality test that is able to predict future criminal activity. She is stunned when she wakes up to find that she has failed the test and is on the prison island along with other "Unanchored Souls." Alenna quickly finds that there are two tribes of teenagers living on the island; villagers just trying to survive like her in one zone, and the mysterious cult leader called the Monk who lives with his drones in most of the other island zones. Alenna must learn how to fight and who to trust as she struggles to survive "the Wheel." As she makes the journey to find a way off the island, Alenna begins to learn the truth about her country's government and about her own identity. The Forsaken presents a classic dystopian theme with a corrupt government becoming overpowering and tyrannical with the twist of science-fiction robotics and genetic manufacturing. The political background of the UNA, the newly named country in which Alenna lives, is not fully explained, but the story is left off in a way that suggests there will be subsequent books dealing more with the political aspects of the story. Despite the holes in the political story, Stasse has brilliantly combined two popular teen genres into a world of action and suspense that most teen readers will not want to put down. Reviewer: Blake Norby
Kirkus Reviews
In this debut series opener set 20 years in the future, teens identified as future criminals are exiled to "the wheel," a remote island wilderness (metaphorical and real) where few live past 18. Alenna, 16, the demure orphanage-raised child of political dissidents, is shocked to awaken there. Her savvier fellow new arrival is quickly captured by drones serving the mysterious Monk; luckier Alenna is rescued by Gadya, whose gentler tribe welcomes her. The girls bond, although Alenna's blossoming relationship with Liam, Gadya's ex, troubles the waters. Besides battling drones, the tribe tends kids who've fallen puzzlingly ill and hatches desperate plans to hijack an aircraft from the mysterious gray zone. Sketchy worldbuilding is a deficit. The United Northern Alliance--the United States, Canada and Mexico, fused--has imposed efficient totalitarian rule with breathtaking speed. As in most dystopias for teens, it's not the state, but the private sector that's withered away. Alenna's passivity around Liam, trite observations on personal growth and girl talk with Gadya about dating and popularity seem bizarrely borrowed from another genre. Hang in there--when the action moves to the eerie gray zone, the plot gains traction and suspense builds. Here the girls must depend on themselves--not Liam--to survive. Mostly generic, but flashes of originality raise expectations for future installments. (Dystopian romance. 12 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442432673
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 7/10/2012
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 40,760
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lisa M. Stasse is a digital librarian at UCLA. She is the author of the Forsaken trilogy: The Forsaken, The Uprising, and The Defiant.
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AS OUR BUS APPROACHES the Harka Museum of Re-education, I peer out the window at the soldiers standing out front in the sculpture gardens. The sculptures are just broken remnants, long ago smashed under combat boots. The flagpole flies our nation’s flag, an eye hovering over a globe branded with the letters UNA, the abbreviation used by everyone for the United Northern Alliance.

The driver parks on a circular driveway in front of the museum’s entrance, and I look up. Marble columns sweep fifty feet toward a pediment that still bears old scars from rebel mortar attacks.

There’s only one day left until I’m forced to take the Government Personality Profile Test—GPPT for short—which is why our class is on this field trip. The trip is meant to show us what happens to kids who fail the test.

A heavyset woman in a gray uniform stands up near the front of the bus as the door opens. It’s Ms. Baines, our Social Reconstruction teacher. She ushers our class out of the vehicle and into the hot sun. We stand on the asphalt, a diverse throng of kids. Everyone, rich or poor, orphan or not, goes through the same public school system in the UNA.

“This way, class,” Ms. Baines orders. We follow her up a wide stone staircase, toward the massive front door of the museum that beckons like a hungry mouth. Inside, it’s dark and cool.

The Harka Museum once held some of our state’s greatest works of art. Now, like most museums, it’s a shrine to our government and its leader, Minister Roland Harka. Instead of paintings, the walls display digital maps of the United Northern Alliance’s global conquests. Armies are rendered as colorful dots, and battles as pixelated cubes.

Being in this museum makes me think about our nation’s complicated history. At sixteen, I’m too young to remember what a real museum was even like. I only remember reading about them, before most books and digital media were withdrawn from circulation. That happened when I was eight, two years before my parents got taken, and just three years after the formation of the United Northern Alliance—a merger of Canada, the United States, and Mexico into one vast, chaotic nation.

From what my mom and dad told me, the citizens of those countries weren’t in favor of the alliance. But food was scarce after a global economic meltdown, and people were turning to violent crime. So the government leaders made the radical decision to create the UNA.

When angry citizens rebelled, military police used lethal force to stop the demonstrations. The demonstrations turned into riots, and then into total anarchy as people turned against their own government.

Every week our building would shake as a car bomb detonated somewhere, and I’d often fall asleep at night listening to the crack of gunfire. That was when Roland Harka, a charismatic four-star general, took office by force and appointed himself prime minster of the UNA. For life.

After that, everything changed. Minister Harka united the military by rewarding those who joined him with bribes, and imprisoning anyone who disobeyed. He imposed savage penalties for breaking laws and snatched away the freedoms everyone took for granted. All communication was restricted: no more cell phones, personal computers, or Internet access.

Anything that could encourage subversion of the government, or simply draw a crowd—like religious gatherings—was outright banned. Then the nation’s borders were permanently closed. According to Minister Harka, the entire country had to be united in isolation to achieve safety and prosperity.

He also mandated that all scientists immediately put their knowledge to use for the benefit of the government. For Minister Harka, technological supremacy became the key to conquering the globe, amassing plundered resources from other nations, and maintaining order at home.

“Move it, Alenna!” Ms. Baines suddenly snaps, breaking my reverie and shooing me along a corridor. I’m lagging behind my classmates. We’re heading toward a large display screen, thirty by fifty feet, hanging on a stone wall in the main gallery. This screen is the centerpiece of every Harka Museum. When I reach it, I jostle for position, looking up at the live digital feed.

There is a name for the place that we’re watching—Prison Island Alpha—but nobody dares say it out loud for fear it might jinx them. Some call it the Land Across the Water, or the Land Beyond. To others it is simply the Forgotten Place. I stare in fascination at the footage of stunted trees and verdant plains now flickering in front of me.

The kids who get sent to this island are the ones who fail the GPPT, a test that predicts a propensity for criminal activity years in advance. It’s administered to all high school students during the fall of their junior year, and can identify potential murderers, rapists, thieves, and psychopaths before they act on their impulses. Because of this test, crime has virtually been eliminated in the UNA.

The test isn’t something you can study for. It’s not even a test in the normal sense. No one asks you any questions. Instead a serum gets injected into your veins, and then computers scan your brain, looking for abnormalities.

The kids who are found to have aberrant personalities—ones that will lead them toward a life of crime and violence—are labeled “Unanchored Souls” by the government and shipped to the desolate prison island.

I continue to stare at the digital window into this harsh world, waiting for something to happen. On the grassy plain, between rows of crooked palm trees, stand the ruins of gigantic concrete buildings. Behind them is a massive stone spiral staircase, leading up into gray clouds that hang above the landscape.

A balding museum docent steps forward, speaking into a microphone. His reedy voice crackles to life in our government earpieces, the ones we have to wear each day from sunrise to sunset in our left ears. Sometimes the earpieces play classical music—like Wagner and Bruckner—other times, recordings of patriotic speeches delivered by Minister Harka.

We can’t control the earpieces, so I’ve learned to ignore mine. But today I’m listening. I want to hear what the docent has to say.

“When Prison Island Alpha was first populated, more than two thousand video cameras were placed inside. We thought that the island would develop its own civilization—like penal colonies have in the past. Most notably Australia in the 1800s.” The docent pauses. “Yet this never happened on Island Alpha. Instead, the savages who call it home destroyed most of our cameras. Only a few cameras remain, hidden in trees. We now rely on satellite imagery as our primary—”

“Can’t you drop more cameras in there?” a boy interrupts.

The docent shakes his head. “The inmates use the raw materials for weapons.”

“Doesn’t the island get overcrowded?” another classmate asks. It’s Melissa O’Connor, a brunette with perfect hair and teeth, courtesy of her wealthy parents.

The docent looks over at her. He has probably fielded a million random questions from students like us. I wish I could come up with one he’s never heard before, just to stump him.

“Overpopulation’s not an issue,” he explains, “because life expectancy on Island Alpha is only eighteen years of age.”

The crowd burbles.


I turn that number over in my mind. I wonder what it would feel like to have only two more years to live. My chest tightens.

I haven’t done any of the things I want to do with my life yet. I want to travel, but because of all the restrictions, I haven’t left New Providence in years. And I want to write music. I’ve been playing guitar since my dad started teaching me when I was six, and the guitar was bigger than me, but I’ve never played in public, only at home. And I haven’t even gone out on a date with a boy yet, let alone kissed one. For a sixteen-year-old, that’s pretty pathetic.

I realize for the first time what being sent to the island really means—the total annihilation of hope.

I peer back up at the image on the screen. I don’t see a single person. Just the desolate landscape, rotting under the sun. I wonder if the inhabitants are hiding.

“Can the prisoners escape?” a nearby girl asks the docent, sounding worried. “Build a boat and sail it back here?”

“Sometimes they try, but they always fail.”

“What a bunch of losers,” Melissa mutters. Her friends titter, but not me.

I guess I just feel bad for any kid who gets sent to this place, even if I know they deserve it. Maybe it’s because of what happened to my parents.

They never even received a trial. They just vanished. My dad had been a philosophy professor, and my mom had been a genetic engineer. At least before all the research facilities and universities were placed under government control. My mom quit her job because she said the UNA just wanted to use her research to develop biological weapons.

I never found out exactly why both my parents got seized when they did, although I assume it was partly because of my mom’s refusal to cooperate. I was told their old jobs had just been covers anyway, and that they’d been plotting to form a terrorist cell and assassinate government leaders.

For a long time, I was certain this was a lie. But these days I’m no longer sure what to believe. I loved my parents deeply, and I still hate the government for what they did to them. But it’s also true that the UNA succeeded in restoring order. There are no more bombs going off in buses, or people dying on the streets in rebel attacks. Perhaps accepting the inconvenience of being controlled by the government is actually the price of safety, like Minister Harka says.

Sometimes I feel angry at my parents for doing whatever it was that got them taken. They must have known I’d be stranded and sent to an orphanage if they got caught. Why would they jeopardize our family like that if they truly loved me?

I assume by now they’re probably dead, because prison conditions are harsh in the UNA. I often try to pretend that the first ten years of my life were a dream, and I was always an orphan. It’s easier that way.

I sneak a look at my classmates watching the screen. For once they look excited, probably hoping to see some on-screen violence. Usually their faces are slack with boredom, their minds dulled from taking government-prescribed thought-pills. The thought-pills are meant to increase concentration and help us do well in school, although they just seem to make most kids sleepy. They’ve never had much effect on me.

In fact, I’ve always felt slightly different from most of my classmates. This is partly because orphans with dissident parents aren’t too popular, but also because the things other kids bond over—like military parades and government war movies—just don’t interest me much. And the things that I love, like music and books, don’t seem to interest them.

“Oh my God!” Melissa yelps, startling everyone.

At the same instant, another girl shrieks, “Look!”

I stare up at the screen as a figure steps into view.

The instant I see his face, I gasp. I expected to see a menacing juvenile delinquent. Someone with a shaved head and blackened teeth, with curved talons for fingernails. Carrying a blood-spattered weapon.

Instead, I see a remarkably good-looking teenage boy staring defiantly into the camera lens. No weapon, no blood, no talons. His dark brown hair is disheveled, and his eyes are a magnetic shade of blue, set above high cheekbones. He’s lanky, but muscular. Wearing beat-up jeans but no shirt, displaying his tanned, lithe torso.

The strangest thing of all is that the more I stare at the contours of his face, the more I feel like I know this boy from somewhere. But of course that’s impossible. I instantly dismiss the feeling. He’s just a random Unanchored Soul fending for his life on a prison island, while I’m here on the mainland, on a school-sponsored field trip.

Still, I feel oddly drawn to him for some reason. His blue eyes are piercing and intelligent.

“Ew, he looks so wild,” Melissa spits. “Like an animal.” Other kids instantly chime in with comments.

“I bet he hasn’t bathed in a month!”

“Or a year!”

“He doesn’t even own a shirt. . . .”

Our earpieces begin playing classical music to calm us.

“Quiet!” Ms. Baines admonishes, but no one listens to her, least of all me. I’m still mesmerized by the boy.

He’s gesturing with his hands as his eyes remain locked on the camera. At the same time, I see his lips start moving and I realize that he’s talking. He looks intense and focused, like he’s trying to convey an important message.

I speak up, startling everyone including myself. “Can you turn the volume up?”

The docent glances over at me. “There’s no audio. We can’t risk inmates trying to corrupt innocent minds with their madness.”

“Yes, yes,” Ms. Baines seconds, glowering at me for asking an innocent question. “This boy’s probably speaking in tongues.”

“Someone should put him down like a rabid dog,” a chunky kid named Jonas mutters. He gets some murmurs of agreement.

“Stop it!” Ms. Baines snaps. She glances over at the docent sheepishly, like our class is embarrassing her. Then she turns back to us. “The island will take care of Unanchored Souls like this boy.” Her voice rises in pitch. “The island knows what to do with savage teenagers who don’t fit in!”

On-screen, the boy continues to talk and gesture fiercely. His hands dash and twirl, drawing complex figures in the air. I realize he’s trying to use sign language to communicate his message, but I still can’t understand.

It’s then that another figure emerges from a cluster of trees behind the boy.

This second figure is huge and menacing—a good head taller than the first one—and he’s wearing a long black robe. I can’t see his face clearly.

“Whoa. They’re gonna fight!” Jonas and his friends begin yammering. My heart starts beating faster.

“We can dim the screen,” the docent says, no doubt trying to protect our tender eyes. But Ms. Baines interrupts him.

“Don’t. It’s important that they see this.”

I watch as the dark figure edges closer, head down, slowly moving up behind his intended victim. The blue-eyed boy is still looking at the camera, oblivious.

“I can’t take it!” a girl cries. But she keeps watching, and so do I, the breath stuck in my throat. I’m surprised the boy hasn’t heard anything yet, like the crackling of twigs underfoot. But the dark figure is moving forward with methodical precision, like he’s done this many times before.

Now he’s twenty paces away from the boy.

Now fifteen.

Now ten.

Now five.

At the very last second, the boy’s eyes widen, and he spins sideways. Melissa and her friends scream. The attacker lunges forward, his mouth twisted into a toothy snarl. I now see that his face is painted bloodred, with black lines rimming his eyes and lips.

The blue-eyed boy raises an arm, and surprisingly, I catch a flash of something sharp and silver hidden in his palm. It looks like a knife. Almost like he was expecting the attack and was just biding his time.

Then the image pops and slips into a dizzying array of electronic glitches. Everyone gasps. The screen cuts to black.

The docent looks truly alive for the first time. My classmates start babbling:

“Dude, what happened?”

“We want to see!”

“Bring it back up!”

“We lose the satellite feed sometimes,” the docent explains, entering a code on a touch-screen pad. “Not often, but it happens.”

Our class is getting noisier, and Ms. Baines shushes everyone. Our earpieces are practically blasting classical music now. A moment later the screen flares to life again.

But the blue-eyed boy and the dark figure are both gone. It’s just the trees, the grassy plain, the buildings, and that strange stone staircase, sitting there in a lifeless tableau.

Goose bumps run up and down my arms. The boy might be dead, unless he did indeed have a knife. Around me everyone is speculating about what might have happened.

The boy definitely didn’t look like he belonged on the island to me, but supposedly no one can tell from appearances. An Unanchored Soul is invisible to the eye. Antisocial tendencies cut across skin color, gender, looks, and everything else. Which is why the GPPT is so important.

At least I have nothing to worry about, I think. Of the millions of kids who take the test every year, only one thousandth of 1 percent fail and get sent to the island. And I’ve never done a single thing that suggests I’m a burgeoning psychopath. In fact, I’m pretty much the opposite of an Unanchored Soul. I get good grades, I keep my head down, and I look forward to the future.

While life as an orphan in the UNA might not be perfect, it could be a whole lot worse. So I know that the GPPT will show I pose no threat to anyone—let alone society itself.

Our class moves on to make way for another. Yet something about the blue-eyed boy on the video screen continues to linger in my mind and unsettle me just a tiny bit. What was he trying to tell us so desperately? And why did he look completely sane if he’s supposed to be an Unanchored Soul? For an instant, I wonder if it’s possible he got sent there by some fluke accident.

Then I put the thought right out of my mind. There’d have to be some kind of terrible mistake during the GPPT for such a thing to happen. And that would be inconceivable, because Minister Harka’s government—as it so often reminds us—never makes mistakes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2013

    Have to read this

    Best book ever. Have to get. Can't wait till sequel.GO ALENNA AND LIAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They make a cute BF\GF

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012


    This book is AMMAAZZIINGG and Lisa Stasse is wonderful AMMMAXING FINISHED IT IN AN HOUR!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012

    Excellent summer read!

    This amazing book kept me on my toes and there was never a dull moment. Cant wait for the sequel to come out!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2014

    Perfect Series!

    This trilogy in general is an amazing read. I reccomend this to anyone and everyone. It kept me interested through the entire series. Love it!!:) this series will get popular very soon. if you love dystopian themes, this is the next trilogy for you!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2013


    Good, but not worth the ten bucks it costs. The Divergent series is infinitely better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2012

    Loved it but...

    Di it remind anyone else of the hunger games?

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  • Posted January 8, 2015

    This book was recommended to me by my 8th grade English teacher.

    This book was recommended to me by my 8th grade English teacher. It only took me 1 day to finish it because i couldn't put it down. i couldn't stop thinking about the events happening in the book. i have a bad habit of picking up and good book and almost never put it down. i would really recommend "The Forsaken" to anyone who hasn't read it.

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    Posted November 5, 2014


    I realllly like your idea. I thonk it'd work. :3

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014

    ℳ - &iota&delta&epsilon&alpha

    <n>Joy, oh joy. I feel like we're back in the old BloodClan. Okay, so we can not launch a large attack on the Clans often but this one, I think we need. We need to make our prescence known to the Clan because currently, they know not of us. At least, not in character. Now, here's how we do it. We'll need five groups of two to three cats. I'll list the names and goups possible for below. It might need to be modified, seeing as I don't know how most of them fight. Anyway, each group will head to each of the borders. Then they will proceed, unnoticed, to camp. I say that because it's doubtful there would be a patrol when we post but we do need to cross borders still. Anyway, we would attack each Clan, and take one prisoner from each, and maybe kill one. No killing at AshClan because of the lack of people there often. Now, with the prisoners, personally, I'd say go into a nearby territory before heading to the Exo Camp at "wars of light shadow" result eight I believe. That way peeps can lose each other's tracks from the different Clan's territory. Could also start up an argument within the Clans next week at the Gathering. One day we shall interfere at one of them but not right now. Anyway, that should make our presence known to all the Clans at once and they wouldn't know what hit them. Another idea, each group should no longer carry our scent but a different Clan's scent. Like group one carries NorthClan's and attacks AshClan, etc., etc. I'll post a good idea of that below. Let's just say, I had nothing better to do today except think of how to make this the worst as possible for the Clans. Hehehe.<p>Group #1, attacking AshClan, carrying NorthClan scent<br>Missing, Phoenix, Amber<p>Group #2, attacking NorthClan, carrying AshClan<br>Jade, Kagero, Xhalth<p>Group #3, attacking HorseClan, carrying RainClan<br>Jay, Arget, Mourir<p>Group #4, attacking SandClan, carrying HorseClan<br>Everfall, Mynt<p>Group #5, attacking RainClan, carrying SandClan<br>Rohan, Midnight, Kindle (I'll yell at the trio tonight to get over here)<p>If one Clan is inactive at the time, just leave the scent of what Clan they smell like and go back to camp. I'm also going to be posting at their borders as Mourir so keep an eye out for that. Jay, that means you should send a patrol later today :D Maybe other people will check their borders as well. Ideas? Modifications? Questions? This had better post.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014


    Alright, a notice. Ashclan is currently spending the night in Northclan's camp (they just can't leave us alone!). They should be moving on, but l can't say for certain. I'm not sure it'd wrk to have the cats carrying Ashclan scent attack Northclan (and vice versa), because both clans already smell like each other. And since we're not hostile with each other, it'd seem misfitting and all to attack. Just so you know. Now, l will be able to do this, but not if Silv gets his NOOK back by Friday (?) or Saturday (?) night. But l'd be suprised. But all-over, l like your idea! A bit more complecated than mine. Times a thousand. :)

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