The Prophecy

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Among the winds divine
A broken cat shall find find their place
Who was born on rarest moon of blue
In their fur ripe fire hides
And if beauty runs deep like water
Beware the silver hue
In years long past was a clan forgotten
In time a new one rises untrodden
A precious kit claws from despair
And many behind her follow.

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