BloodClans Swear
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The silver tabby she cat sat on the high rock. Her collar, studded with claws and teeth glinted in the sunlight.
"Cats of BloodClan," she mewed, "We shall rise against the all clans, for they have killed scourge!"
The crowd yowled in agreement.
"With his respect, I take his place as leader and stand to represent his braveness."
The cats began calling her name.
"Strike! Strike!"
Strike stood proud, her eyes gleaming.