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| Green-cough had come again,this time,it was worse. It killed nearly everyone in every clan. Few cats remained. They all separated and fought like in the old days. It was every cat for himself. They still meant each other at The Island. But all they had meant for, was battle. A she-cat named Sunset yowled above the noise of the battle. All the cat stopped to listen as she said "Are we going to rip wounds in our brothers and watch them bleed?" she asked softly. "We do as our ancestors did. We make Clans. The strongest cats here are: Water, Fire, Forest, Flower, and me, Sunset. Those are the Clans. We will live on." she said. And that what they did. They lived the life in a new land, with new camps, and new territories. That we we are right now. | |
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