Evil has taken over. Death has taken the lives of many. The ground is drenched in crimson blood. And we have no savior, no leader, and no one to help us. We have lost faith, we have lost hope, and we have lost everything we've loved. But in the distance, far off toward the sun, a single promise will lead us toward the light, giving us all a reason to live.
StarClan believes they have plans for us. Me, my brother, my neice, my nephew, and an exiled prince are all supposed to save our world. However, since I have seen my brother lose his memories, so many have lost their lives to that traitor. So is sacrifice their plan? Is the injustice their plan? Is this anger, this hate, this world their plan? Thanks, StarClan. Thanks a lot
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WARRIOR CATS FANFIC, COMPLETED
"This was the worst loss of all. We lost our Clans. They think they are doing the right thing, even if we are doing the right thing. So at moon-high, we will sit vigil, one night, for everything we have lost. And we will listen to the crickets and feel wind through our fur and smell rain on the way, and we will remember, remember our home, remember our tradition, remember us."