This is a prelude to Valley of the Clans, my roleplaying forum. It shows what happened to the original Clans, and why they fell apart.
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The blood stained moor was littered with dead and dying cats. A pale gray tabby, his fur stained with the blood of countless foes, raised his head to the cat in front of him.
"…Why?"
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Emberstar opened his eyes. All was quiet. Feeling uneasy, he padded out of his den.
There wasn't anything wrong, as far as he could see. The ThunderClan camp was quiet. A few leaves on nearby trees rustled, and somewhere a mockingbird cried mournfully.
"Emberstar?" The black and ginger tom whirled around. He relaxed as he realized the speaker. Bluegaze, one of the newly made warriors. His pale tabby coat shimmered in the pale morning light.
"Bluegaze. Sorry. What is it?" Emberstar meowed.
"Are you alright?" Bluegaze asked, his bright blue eyes concerned. The gray tom was crouching behind him, apparently wide awake.
"Fine. Just a scary dream." Emberstar meowed, gazing around camp. He was still wondering about his dream. Was it a sign from StarClan? Or just an ordinary nightmare?
"Maybe Jasperwhisker can help." Bluegaze meowed, standing up to pad closer to his leader.
"Jasperwhisker has enough on his paws without extra helpings from me." Emberstar stated shortly. It was true.
Recently, three she-cats had given birth on the same day, meaning that there were now twelve new kits. Five from Sparrowflight, four from Daisybrook, and three from Siverheart. The nursery was the most crowded as it had ever been.
"Jasperwhisker can always find time for you. You are his leader!" Bluegaze mewed angrily.
"That's enough." The tone in Emberstar's voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed his humor. "Wake up Amberpaw, she can be on the dawn patrol." He meowed, padding toward the fresh-kill pile.
"Yes, Emberstar." Bluegaze bowed his head.
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