Prologue

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  The tom pelted along the side of thunderpath, and halted as he scented  something. ThistleClan patrol! He dove under some brambles, and watched as they passed by, their mouths full of prey. he hissed to himself. He'll report this to Sunnystar. Dewstar isnt going to hear the end of this! He crawled back out from under the brambles and padded back to camp, his paws aching as he tiredly dragged them across the floor, him simply deciding to report the trespassers in the morning. He curled up in his nest in the warriors den putting his tail over his nose, and after lying there in silence with no other sound then the breathing of other cats around him. Eventually his heartbeat slowed, and he drifted off into a dream

" there is no hope, for the rivers have run their course and now bleed their blood, and all will be done when the sun is at its peak. the skies will fill with darkness, and within are the secrets that are yet to be told. " 



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