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Irisclan. Irisclan lived deep in the forest, not a monstrous thunderpa
th in sight. It seemed as every day went by more and more outsiders
began to join. The forest had a plentiful of prey; their territory soon
gaining the name, the Sparkling Forest. The clan was a symbol of pea
ce and tranquility until they came, a ferocious and raging rogue pack.
They killed the leader, and that's when everything became worse. The
rogue pack put kits and apprentices through exhausting training. Anyo
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ne who disobeyed them would be viciously murdered without a thought. The clan needed to be saved and Starclan had only one choice. A fire. It ate the forest. The ones who remained watched from the distance as their home was swallowed by the sorrowful blaze. The deputy is left with all the weight on his/her shoulders. The medicine cat, depressed after losing his/her first apprentice. Four warriors and five apprentices that will work hard to gain their home back. A grieving queen, expecting the fallen leader's kits. They are called Ashclan, to remember their history. They have been put through so much pain yet they decide to keep on going because that is what their clan is. A sign of hope.
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