Allegiances:
The Clan of the Morning Sun
Chieftain: Mossy Moon - dark brown tabby she-cat with ice blue eyes, a white chest and muzzle
Regent: Falling Star - white furred she-cat with cream colored ears and paws and amber eyes
Healer: Red Maple - russet she-cat with white forepaws and yellow eyes
Fighters: Cloudy Water - dark gray and white tom (Council cat)
Rising Water - very pale gray tabby she-cat (Council cat)
Sage Fur - mottled brown and cream she-cat with green eyes
Soaring Hawk - large, broad, dark brown tabby tom
Yellow Sky - dark smoky gray she-cat
Sharp Wind - dark reddish brown tom with black stripes (Council cat)
Raven Swoop - sleek black tom
Trainee: Dappled Fur
Rabbit Nose - pale brown tabby and white tom
Dewy Grass - mottled dark gray and brown she-cat
Hunters: Smoke Pelt - dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes
Quick Clouds - white tom with large pale gray patches
Bracken Tail - dark golden brown tabby tom with a ginger tail (Council cat)
Maple Sky - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with amber eyes
Dawn Sky - pretty pale gray and white she-cat
Running Wave - lithe dark brown tabby tom
Trainee: Passing Storm
Scattered Leaves - pale gray and white tom with dark brown patches
Trainees: Dappled Fur - sleek, light brown tabby she-cat with small white spots
Passing Storm - black tom with a dark streak along his spine and gray paws
Mothers: Waving Fern - dark brown and gray dappled she-cat with a gray tail, mother of Fern Dapple (silver tabby she-kit) and Jagged Path (black and dark brown tabby tom)
Drifting Leaf - dusty brown she-cat with golden patches, mother of Spotted Owl (black and white dappled she-kit), Blossom Dust (light brown she-kit with golden patches), and Tall Pine (black and white tom)
Willow Leaf - slim silver tabby she-cat with white face, paws, chest and tail tip
Elders: Tumbling Stone - solidly built dark gray tom with graying muzzle
Quiet Sun - pale red and golden tabby she-cat with yellow eyes
Shining Feather - skinny pale gray tabby she-cat
The Clan of the Flowing Waters
Chieftain: Flame Moon - dark ginger tabby tom with green eyes
Regent: Gray Stream - sleek gray tom with stormy blue eyes
Healer: Apple Blossom - dark brown she-cat with a white chest and green eyes
The Clan of the Dark Caves
Chieftain: Hawk Moon - dark brown and black tabby tom
Regent: Broken Breeze - pale gray tabby she-cat with a white tail tip
Healer: Night Pelt - black tom with green eyes
Trainee: Doe Leap
The Clan of the High Peaks
Chieftain: Grass Moon - blue gray tabby she-cat with white paws and green eyes
Regent: Ash Leap - pale gray tom with darker flecks
Healer: Silver Song - silver and white tabby she-cat
Trainee: Blue Streak
Prologue
"Quiet Sun! Quiet Sun! Can you tell us a story?" A silver tabby she-kit begged, bouncing up and down.
"Sure, what sort of story would you like?" A pale red and golden tabby she-cat meowed patiently.
"Ooh, how about one with a forbidden relationship between cats in, different Clans?" The silver tabby she-kit suggested, her blue eyes glittering dramatically.
"No, I want one with a furious battle between the Clans!" A young black and brown tabby tom declared.
"I want the story of how the Warrior Code was made many moons ago by The Fallen Clans, especially how-" A fluffy black and white patched tom stated, twitching his whiskers seriously.
"No, that's boring!" A black and white dappled she-kit interrupted - obviously his sister. "I want to hear the Legend of Swift Moon again! It's so exciting!"
"Well, maybe if you all would pipe down, you might have one of your requests for stories told," An old gray tabby she-cat snapped. "Quiet Sun, you said you would keep them quiet."
"They're kits, Shining Feather." Quiet Sun replied calmly, "They're bound to be noisy."
Shining Feather snorted, then turned onto her side, muttering something unintelligible that started with 'back in my day.'
"Now kits, calm down." Quiet Sun murmured, swishing her feather-like tail. "Blossom Dust, dear, what sort of story would you like?" She inquired kindly, curling her tail around a brown and golden she-kit's small body, the only one who hadn't spoken up.
"I would like the hear the Legend of the Valley of Hidden Stars." Blossom Dust said with certainty, turning her round yellow eyes up to look at the graying elder.
"Alright, I will do my best." Quiet Sun said with a smile. The pale red and golden tabby she-cat took a deep breath and began.
"Seasons upon seasons ago, our ancestors lived in a land torn by war. There were tight-knit groups of cats, who were forever fighting over land, water, and food. They had forgotten the old ways, of peace, where all could prosper and no longer looked to the departed souls who walked the starry paths in the sky for strength and guidance.
"One pitch-black night, a devastating battle took place between a group that took shelter in a sandy hollow and a group that hunted underneath the arching branches of a birch grove. The leaders of the two groups, whose names have been long forgotten, met, intending to establish peace between them and finally, all the warring could end. But a tom, the brother of the leader of The Sandy Hollow Group stirred up trouble with a young hot-headed cat in the Birch Grove Group and the two groups attacked, not stopping until the ground grew wet with spilled blood and lifeless bodies were strewn across the forsaken battlefield.
"Far above, in the starry heavens, the long forgotten spirit cats watched anxiously. Most were half-faded, long forgotten, unknown and unwanted. They gathered close together, gazing down in sorrowful dismay at their distant descendants who had strayed far from the bright paths they had walked and the long, joyful lives they had known.
"In a dim clearing, surrounded by tightly clustered trees whose thick foliage only early Greenleaf could bring, a large crowd of sparkling spirit cats gathered. They were grouped closely together, standing on a thick grassy bank just above the still waters of a small pond, little waves lapping at the golden sand as they gazed down into its depths. A quiet breeze rustled the very tops of the towering trees and stirred the surface of the dark water. Far away in the woods, an owl hooted a lonely cry into the night, and crickets chirped, singing the peaceful song of Greenleaf.
" 'How the mighty have fallen.' A low, rumbling voice like quiet thunder spoke and an old silver tom stepped forth out of the crowd, his star-bejewelled pelt somewhat dimmed by the crisscrossing scars underneath his silver tabby fur, remnants of his bravery in countless battles. 'Clanmates, comrades, warriors, friends.' He continued, his stern yellow eyes traveling from one bright spirit cat to the next. 'We are looking down at the remains of the great society we once knew. These cats have abandoned our old ways, the ways of peace, the ways governed by a good code of rules. They are a shadow of what we once were, fighting for every last scrap of food.'
" 'Something must be done.' Another voice spoke, this time young, but unwavering and firm. A long-haired white she-cat with splashes of dark earthy brown and pale tawny down her head and along her slim back to her feather-like tail, her glittering deep green eyes the color of fully bloomed leaves in mid-Greenleaf, stepped forward from the tightly condensed throng. 'We have stood silently by and watched as the way of life, code of rules, traditions, and customs we have all loved crumble to dust over the generations. It has been too long that we've stood in the shadows and watched passively. Something must be done; to preserve the society that we once knew.'
" 'Why should we go back to the old ways? Didn't they fail? When ThunderClan and RiverClan went to war, they sucked the others into their rivalry! The Warrior Code that you all speak so highly of was discarded, forgotten, in the face of anger and thirst for revenge! The Clans fell into war, ruthlessly fighting, even to the death! The Clans and their code of rules failed. It's no wonder the cats of my generation chose not to return to the ways of the Clans! You all abandoned them before us!'
" 'Silence, fool.' The she-cat admonished, snapping her head around, challenging whoever had spoken with her piercing green gaze. Her eyes settled on a smoky blue-gray tom that darkened to black around his pointed muzzle and plumy tail. 'Blueflame, I should have known.' She scoffed disgustedly. 'You cloud-brained insolent hairball! You know nothing of our ways because you were born after the Blood Battles and Great Fall, so you have no right to judge. You are unworthy to stand here!'
" 'Is it Blueflame whose brain is clouded, or you, Deershade? You're blinded by hate for what Ashfang did to your brother. You've never forgiven him and ShadowClan, not even in death.' The solemn crowd parted, and a strong storm cloud gray she-cat strode slowly out, the darker dapples that ran in swirling patterns along her back contrasting with the cold glint of starlight. Her head held high, tail arched, and age-old crystal blue eyes were gleaming with wisdom; this she-cat had obviously once been a great leader. She spoke evenly, with confidence even though her almost transparent pelt signified that she had been there longer than many of them, old, only existing in embellished legends of ancient times.
" 'Furthermore," The storm cloud colored she-cat whipped on, her tongue like fire, scorching everything in its path with her words. 'You were blinded by hate and voluntarily abandoned the Warrior Code and everything it stands for! If anyone is unworthy, it's you.'
"Deershade flinched and let out a low, defensive growl; her lips pulled back to show gleaming white fangs. She crouched low on the earth, glaring at the former leader, but the guilty look in her green gaze portrayed that she knew exactly what the old she-cat was talking about, and it haunted her every day.
" 'Now is the time to make a change. We have to figure something out. The groups have strayed too far from the right ways, and we have waited too long to step in. Now is the time to act!' Another cat stepped forward, adding his voice to the outcry. He was slim, but well-muscled and sleek-coated with a thick, partially faded, black and brown tabby coat, and dark, almost black in the dim light, gleaming green eyes.
" 'But what can we do? Haven't they strayed too far?'
" 'They chose not to follow our ways! Why would they listen now?'
" 'Why should we even try?' The clearing exploded into frantic questions tossed out here and there from the bewildered StarClan cats.
"The old silver tabby tom stepped forward again, raising his tail for silence. 'StarClan! Calm yourselves. Now is not the time to become lost and doubtful! We must remain hopeful and stand together if we are going to succeed and make a change for the better.'
" 'What should we do, Cloudscar?' A cat called desperately from the back of the crowd.
" 'Yes, what should we do?' The storm cloud colored she-cat questioned, turning her crystal blue eyes on Cloudscar.
" 'Of course, you ask me, Galestar. You were never one for ideas.' Cloudscar meowed softly to the ancient leader standing a few pawsteps away.
" 'Well, my old friend, you may have had some good ideas, but nearly all of them ended badly for you. As a young warrior, you got yourself into more situations than any other cat I knew. You even have the scars to prove it.' Galestar chuckled, gesturing with her tail to Cloudscar's silver pelt laced with old scars.
" 'Those 'situations' made me into the best warrior in ThunderClan.' Cloudscar replied, pretending to be annoyed.
" 'That is all very well, O Best Warrior in ThunderClan. What should we do now?' Galestar asked again, her crystal blue eyes growing serious once more. 'Our Clans may have fallen into ruin, but surely all hope is not lost? There must be some way out of these dark times.'
"The ancient leader's words hung in the silence of the clearing. Not one cat spoke, but they turned to one another, multicolored gazes full of sorrow and remorse for what had been lost and did not seem plausible to recover. The four Clans, once great, now had fallen and in ruins. The former warriors, apprentices, queens, and elders, once united and just, now scattered and dishonored. StarClan had lingered in the shadows for far too long and now, when it was far past the time to act, what could be done? Was there a way to save their beloved Clans? Or would they be lost forever?
" 'I have a plan.' The thick-furred black and brown tabby tom who had spoken earlier broke the silence. 'You all may not like it, but it is the only way we've come up with so far to save our Clans.'
"Murmurings spread through the crowd at the tom's words.
" 'What is your plan, Eaglestar?" Cloudscar inquired, raising his head to meet Eaglestar's gaze across the glade.
"The dark brown and black tabby tom paused for a moment as he raised his head to address the complete clearing. 'We have stood by and watched as our Clans fell apart and descended into darkness. Now, when we are ready to act, they are too far gone, too lost in their meaningless feuds and fights.' He began slowly.
" 'I propose that we reach out to the younger members of the groups, whose heads have not been filled with the fruitless battles yet and see if we can gain their loyalty and trust. If enough living cats are willing, I think, with our guidance, we can show them the way to a new territory where they can create new and better Clans, ones who will work together to solve problems and keep the peace, so they do not fall.'
" 'What?' An outraged cry rang through the clearing as yet another cat pushed his way through the crowd. A lithe solid dark brown, almost black tom strode quickly out of the crowd to glare furiously at Eaglestar, his hazel eyes ablaze. 'You would have us abandon the groups? They may not be as honorable or just as the Clans, but that doesn't mean we should just leave them! It's precisely the kind of idea I would expect from a ShadowClan cat.'
"Eaglestar turned to stare at the dark brown tom, his dark green eyes unfazed. 'Of course not, Briarheart,' The black and brown tabby tom meowed smoothly. 'We need some of the cats to build the new Clans. However, if we appeal to every member of every group, they are sure to be some cats who are too stuck in these bad ways to change and take away our chance. This is what we must do if we wish to see the Clans live once again.'
" 'That sure sounds like you want us to abandon the groups,' Briarheart growled, his eyes narrowed.
" 'I-' Eaglestar began, but Cloudscar sharply cut him off.
" 'That's enough. We are here to solve the problem, not to create petty new ones.' The silver tom ordered, his tail lashing. 'Eaglestar, tell us why we should consider this plan? As Briarheart just pointed out, following your plan would mean leaving the majority of the cats in the groups forever!'
" 'Because,' Eaglestar meowed urgently, 'If we don't do something, the Clans will be lost forever. Those countless of generations of apprentices, warriors, queens, leaders, and elders, including ourselves, who gave their lives for the Clans will have lived for naught. Our battles, our struggles, our victories, and defeats will mean nothing. When we all walked the earth, we fought every day for the life of our Clans. They are so much more than just groups of cats following ancient rules. It was a great society and a way of life with beliefs, values, and traditions, where cats could do so much more than just survive. It gave so many cats' lives meaning, something to fight for, a way to live. I consider myself lucky to have been found as a kit and taken in. The Clans were my home, and I, as a former ShadowClan leader cannot stand by and watch as our ways are continually discarded and dishonored. I don't know about you all, but if there is some way to preserve our beloved Clans, I will do it. I cannot sit silently by anymore. Something must be done.'
"Silence hung in the glade once more as the former ShadowClan leader finished speaking. Slowly, steadily, murmurings began to spread through the crowd. Bright, starlit cats nodded and turned to one another, roused by Eaglestar's speech. Cloudscar glanced at Galestar, his yellow eyes thoughtful. Deershade, who had withdrawn back into the crowd, nodded enthusiastically, her green eyes glittering, while a couple of tail-lengths away, Blueflame twitched his whiskers, looking somewhat convinced. Even Briarshade nodded begrudgingly.
" 'So,' Eaglestar began, his gaze traveling questioningly across the crowd of spirit cats around him. 'Who is willing to follow my plan?'
" 'I will!' A slender black she-cat at the front of the crowd cried out.
" 'We will!' Several more StarClan warriors added. 'We will follow your plan.'
" 'I will as well!'
" 'So will I!'
" 'Me too! We will save our Clans!'
"Eaglestar smiled in satisfaction as more and more cats called out their consent. The black and brown tabby tom turned to Cloudscar and Galestar, his tail twitching. 'What say you, Cloudscar? And you, Galestar?'
"Cloudscar glanced at Galestar before replying for both of them. 'Tell us what to do next, Eaglestar.' The old silver tabby tom meowed, dipping his head to the former ShadowClan leader.
" 'Very well,' Eaglestar said, gesturing with his tail for the crowd of StarClan cats to move closer to him. 'Come closer and listen. This is what we must do…'
"The former ShadowClan leader then told all of StarClan of his full plan. First, they would have to choose some cats to represent StarClan. Then, those selected cats would appear in some of the young cats that lived in the groups' dreams and tell them who they were and who the Clans used to be. And then, if the young cat showed enough interest in the Clans and were uncomfortable with groups' constant fighting and endless feuds, the StarClan cat would inform them that they were descendants of the Clans and StarClan wanted them to rebuild the Clans.
"It took many moons of hard work and outstanding patience for the StarClan cats, but finally, they found enough cats willing to leave their groups behind forever and build new and better Clans in a territory far away.
"Those young cats found each other and left their groups behind, journeying away from the lake. They wandered for many moons, searching high and low for a new territory, a haven where they could live in peace and rebuild the Clans they'd heard so much about. It was a trying time for those cats, but just when it seemed that they would never find the right home, one of them discovered a pass through the mountains. They decided to follow it and found, waiting on the other side, a green valley rich with life. At once, they knew it was the perfect home.
"The group of traveling cats settled for a while beside the shores of a lake at the center of the valley so much like the one they had left. They hunted and rested to regain their strength while deciding how to proceed. They had made it this far, but what should be done next? They all had grown so close, how would they divide up into new Clans? Where was each of their territories going to be? Was there a place they could go to communicate with StarClan? The old Clans had followed a code of rules, called the Warrior Code. What rules should govern their new society?
"All of these questions troubled the group of cats, but they decided to explore the valley before making any final decisions. They explored all around the valley and searched the four tall mountains that surrounded it. They discovered thick forests running with prey, a wide, flowing river fed by streams running down one of mountains, and dark tunnels that ran underneath another.
"Finally, when they had explored every hill and hollow in the valley, the group came back together to decide how they should do as their ancestors had asked and rebuild the Clans. It was a long and complicated discussion. Each cat in the group had their own ideas that they wished to be made heard, but they couldn't incorporate everything. And so, some of the cats became disgruntled and discouraged that they would never succeed in their quest to rebuild the Clans to their former glory. The group became divided and split, each cat going their own way.
"StarClan watched in dismay as the group broke up. They had worked so hard and come so far, only to have the cats they had brought together to create new Clans divided and squabbling when they needed to work together.
"It was then one StarClan cat spoke up. She was an age-old medicine cat, so faded she was no more than a wispy outline. Her name was Leafpool, and it had been her that discovered the Moonpool in the Clans' former territory, so it fitted that she guided a young tom deep into the caves beneath the surface of one mountain to a waterfall that glimmered with starlight reflected from a hole in the roof. That young tom drank from the waters of the pool beneath the falls and visited StarClan who told him what was to be done.
"When the young tom awoke, he returned to the lake and called the other cats together. He told them that he had traveled deep underground in the tunnels and had spoken with their ancestors. He said that they had come this far by working together and only by working together were they going to succeed.
"The group agreed to try again and, following StarClan's instructions, they laid down the rules for the code that they would follow, decided on borders for each Clan, and divided themselves up into four new Clans. Through the young tom, four cats were appointed the chieftains of the new Clans and four more were named the healers.
"Reed, a brave tom was named the first chieftain and a she-cat named Feather was made the first healer of the Clan of the Flowing Waters, who were to live beside the banks of the Blue River fed by the many streams that flowed down the Water Mountain.
"One of the oldest members of the patrol, a tom called Night was made the first chieftain, and the young tom whose name was Rain was appointed the first healer of the Clan of the Dark Caves. The Clan of the Dark Caves was going to occupy in the caves beneath the Dusk Mountain, named for its position in the direction where the sun set.
"An experienced tom called Storm was made the first chieftain, and a she-cat named Pebble was appointed the first healer of the Clan of the High Peaks who would live on the tallest mountain, newly named the Wind Mountain.
"Bright, a young she-cat who had the first to discover the pass to the valley was appointed the first chieftain and an older she-cat named Cinder was made the first healer of the Clan of the Morning Sun who would occupy the Dawn Mountain, named for its location in the direction where the sun rose.
"It was vital that the New Clans not fall into fighting and feuding like the Fallen Clans had, so in addition to their code of rules, now called the Clan's Code, they created a council that representatives from each Clan were apart of. It was called the Grand Starlight Council, and it would meet on the night with no moon every time it came to discuss conflicts between the Clans and solve problems so that they could avoid unnecessary battles over petty things. The Grand Starlight Council wouldn't be able to fix every problem, but they would do their best to keep the peace between the Clans.
"When the group had discussed and agreed upon everything they needed to decide, each cat chose a Clan they wanted to live in based on their preferred prey and environment to have around them. Once they had finished, the group said a tearful farewell to each other and set off to explore their new territory, establish borders, and find a suitable place for a camp.
"And from that day forward, the Clans have occupied the four mountains surrounding the Valley of Hidden Stars, hunting, playing, and living in peace, but hidden away from the rest of the world in our safe haven the Clan of the Bright Stars gave us. We have followed the Clan's Code, honored the Clan of the Bright Stars, kept peace with the Grand Starlight Council, fought our battles, raised our kits, taught our trainees, and buried our departed loved ones, but we have never forgotten our history, the Fallen Clans and the groups our ancestors left behind so long ago."
Quiet Sun let out a deep, peaceful sigh as she completed her story, her gaze misty as she stared off into the distance. Then, she seemed to snap out of it and turned her head to look fondly down at the row of kits staring silently up at her, their mouths agape. "And that, my dears," she meowed softly. "Is the Legend of the Valley of Hidden Stars."
Hi, everyone. Thank you so much for reading this. I have been working on my new story for quite a few months now and I am very excited to share it all with you! I hope you've enjoyed it and please leave any comment or suggestions you have in a review. They are always welcome and appreciated!
During the summer, I should be able to update this about once a week. I am planning to update it on Mondays, so stay tuned until next week! However, when school rolls around again, I will have a very packed schedule, but I will do my best. Thank you again for reading!
Here is a little background information on my story, so please check it out. It should hopefully help you if you're confused at all.
Information About the New Clans:
The Clan of the Morning Sun:
The Clan of the Morning Sun is noble and courageous. Mossy Moon is the Chieftain of the Clan, Falling Star is the regent, and Red Maple is the healer. They live in a gorge halfway up the Dawn Mountain, which borders the eastern part of the valley. Their territory covers the entire Dawn Mountain and stretches down the rolling foothills to the valley floor. The Dawn Mountains is medium-sized and rolling rather than tall and pointed. It is covered by lush forestland.
The Clan of the Flowing Waters:
The Clan of the Flowing Waters is loyal and wise. Flame Moon is the Chieftain of the Clan, Gray Stream is the Regent, and Apple Blossom is the Healer. They live on an island in the middle of the Blue River which flows by the base of the mountain to the south, the Water Mountain, and is fed by many streams running down its slopes. Their territory covers the marshlands around the Blue River in the valley and halfway up the Water Mountain. The Water Mountain is the medium-sized, but both tall and rolling.
The Clan of the High Peaks:
The Clan of the High Peaks is prideful and skilled. Grass Moon is the chieftain of the Clan, Ash Leap is the regent, and Silver Song is the healer. They live in a hollow at the very top of the Wind Mountain to the north of the Valley. Their territory covers the top of the Wind Mountains, including the highest peaks, which are bare and rocky. It is the which largest and tallest mountain by far.
The Clan of the Dark Caves:
The Clan of the Dark Caves is mysterious and skillful. Hawk Moon is the Chieftain of the Clan, Broken Breeze is the Regent, and Night Pelt is the healer. They live in the caverns beneath the Night Mountain, which borders the western part of the valley. Their camp is an expansive cave with crevices leading off of it for the dens deep beneath the earth. Their territory covers all of the tunnels beneath the Night Mountain and some of the land around it. The Night Mountain is the smallest, but not by much and it is mostly bare and rocky.
The Clan of the Bright Stars:
The Clan of the Bright Stars are the New Clans' warrior ancestors. Much like StarClan, they watch over their living descendants, giving warnings and guidance in the forms of shared dreams, where prophecies can be delivered, with the healers of the Clans as wells as omens and signs. Healers and healer trainees also travel to the Star Falls every half-moon to share dreams with their ancestors. Chieftains go there as well, though much less often, to receive their nine lives and speak with the Clan of the Bright Stars if they feel they need advice.
However, unlike the Fallen Clans, the Clan of the Bright Stars has a much greater role in the lives of the individual cats in Clans. When a cat is promoted to any new position; a trainee, a full fighter, hunter, or healer, Council cat, regent, or elder, they journey to the Star Falls to speak with their ancestors. Becoming a queen is an exception because after their kits are six moons, they will go back to their normal role.
When a new litter of kits is born in a Clan, the deceased family, friends, and Clanmates gather to decide the best cat to be each kits' Spirit Guardian. Spirit Guardians are responsible for guiding and watching over the newborn kits as they grow and go through life. Spirit Guardians are always a family member, friend, another Clanmate they've known that had some relationship with them, or a Clanmate they've heard of and they often were in the same position as the cat. As the cat moves up the ranks within the Clans, each time they are promoted, they will go to the Star Falls to speak with their Spirit Guardian who will offer advice and counsel. Spirit Guardians watch over their chosen living cats but don't have regular contact with them and they will only appear in dreams not at the Star Falls if their cat desperately needs them for some reason. Not all cats in the Clan of the Bright Stars will have a chosen living cat to watch over and the only time a living cat won't have one is if they die and their Spirit Guardian will bring them to the Clan of the Bright Stars as their last duty or become the chieftain of their Clan. Since a chieftain has nine lives, they will have nine Spirit Guardians to help counsel and guide them, one of them often being their former one.
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- A Warrior At Heart