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A she-cat gasped as she finished giving birth. The medicine cat crouched down and inspected the single black kit. "Stillborn," she whispered, straightening up. The queen didn't flinch.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
The medicine cat sighed. "She had it."
The queen nodded briskly. "Bury her outside the camp," she mewed. The medicine cat looked sad but obeyed the queen. Being born with the magic was the worst thing that could happen to a cat in any of the four Clans.
Before Darktail used his magic against all the Clans, any special cat was accepted. But now it was better to die then to try and live your life with that power inside of you. The magic was dangerous.
This is a story about four Clans and some cats born with the magic. Will they survive? Accepting OCs, check out my profile for the format and "The Six: OC's" to see what cats are needed.