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Post by .feather//oceana. on Nov 15, 2007 21:21:00 GMT -5
With the Empties gone, the forest seems to have settled into an awkward calm that no cat has seen for moons. No clan seems to be hostile towards the others, and it looks like Leaf Fall should come without any trouble. But as events always seem to turn, the peace and tranquility in the forest could not last very long. Sleetfall, one of the DuneClan medicine cats, has received a confusing prophecy from DreamClan. New territory will disturb the content peace of the clans. So new, vast, rich with prey, unexplored and pined for by every leader for his own clan. The peace you have enjoyed knowing for the past moons, will evaporate within mere sunrises. Blood will trickle like that of the blood that runs through the veins of your kin in a stream towards the salty sea from each land. I can profess to you that one clan will refuse to listen to the warnings of DreamClan. They will have to change their ways completely to survive the horrible times ahead. Only time will tell which clan that will be. Greed and ambition will overpower even the strongest of warriors. Difficult times are set out ahead. Clans paired together despite the rage and alliances will survive. Ten shall become four as in the time of the ancient clans of the old forest, and spiritual battles must occur to save the rebel. No cat can decipher the meaning of this prophecy with so many entangled meanings. And all of the clans are certain they are not the clan who would bluntly reject DreamClan. But one clan will speak those words with sincere hollowness.
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