Oooo, I think I'll try the Stone Bridge Origins one.....)
-Ahem-
"Now, I've never been the best at telling stories, but, bear with me.
And if I catch you sleeping you will make Tia WarKat very angry, understand?
Now, I am assuming most of you have gone to The Stone Bridge. Seemed pretty ordinary, I mean, it's only a bridge made out of stone spanning a small-ish river, right?
Wrong.
It's more than just that, well, yeah it is a bridge, made out of, stone, but it represents, unity, and the good things that live in the Beautiful Feral things.
Now, a long long long long long looooooooooong time ago, before even The Packs and Prides were built, There were two pillars, near the mouth of a small river. No one knows what put them there or why they still stood.
Storms were frequent back then, sometimes even reaching the middle of the Plains themselves.
Well, one particularly stormy night, The Felines and the Canines were in a dispute over the land of Fluorite, Since they had gotten the idea to divide it up equally. But, obviously the Plains were not that easy to divide up, the two islands were bad enough since one was much larger than the other, but also the Entrance to the Temple of Dreams, only recently discovered was in a specific area of the Plains.
Well, they fought with words at first, but in the course of an hour the claws were out and the teeth were snapping, scuffles breaking out and those scuffles turned into a all-out brawl. And the storm was not helping it in the least, the loud noise, flashes of light, just whipped everyone into an even bigger frenzy.
Now, they had held the meeting at the Lake, but the fighting took it's way to the pillars, and was spreading to the other side of the river.
Now it was a over-blown fight on either side of the river, when suddenly, lightning struck the two pillars of stone, causing both Felines and Canines to stop fighting, and watched in amazment and fear as the two slabs of stone fell, hit each other and fused slightly in the middle: Forming a bridge. And the winds, storm, all stopped suddenly, and went away.
They took it as a sign. When they had fought, the storm kept raging, when they stopped, the storm went away.
They then decided not to divide up the lands, but just roam about as they saw fit.
But that was then, the story of our beloved bridge is still not yet done. Oy, I see you drooling!
I'm not that bad! Now, sit up, wake up, and pay attention will you?
Now, as the generations went by, the story of the Twin-Lightning Strike on Stone(That is what they called it), faded into legend, then into myth, and then, into fairytales, before going away completely.
So, the younger generations had no idea what they even meant, and therefore just called it the most boring place in the world, and sent naughty pups, cubs, kittens, and offspring alike there, a 'Time-Out' area so to speak.
Well, one day, the sun was out, and beating down on the Plains.
And the animals had retreated to the Rivers, and went towards the Stone bridge, and used it as a diving board.
They discovered that it was an excellent place to jump off and into the water, which helped some of the younger ones with boredom.
Now, another day, a small litter of kittens was left there, along with a lion cub, and a doberman puppy, on timeout for pulling off a prank on the Elder animals.
Well, they heard the older animals talk of the fun they had on the bridge, and they decided to try it for themselves.
They had a blast. It was the best time-out EVER.
Well, the parents came by, and saw them having so much fun, and wondered, 'Why are they having fun, this is a punishment! In my day, this was the most boring spot around! And yet here the children are, PLAYING on the bridge!'
And soon, more and more animals joined it, and it became a socializing spot.
Not /just/ for jumping off and into the river, but to talk, and find animals to join the various social groups they made.
And, sometimes, not all of them weren't even Animals! Some were artificially made, and soon, Stone Bridge became a lot like Bonfire: A melting pot of different personalities, people, and groups.
This tale is still not done, but I shall add onto it, I am tired now. Telling stories is not good for the fingers, er, I mean, paws, and or voice."
-Realizes how long it is- Wow, no wonder you fell asleep! I feel old now... )