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. table of contents / prologue
. rules
. territories
. the clans
. the cats
. character forms
. extra

The sound of roaring water drowned in your ears as your paws were flailing desperately in front of you. There was no end to this vast amount of water that covered the clan everywhere. From every rock and to every tree, water flooded it. You are trying to stay afloat, your fur soggy and dragging you down, and your muscles weary from the struggle to stay above surface. Your friends, family, fellow clan cats, were all around you, and dying. Drowning right before your very eyes, and you were helpless to save them.
Where has all this water come from? It drenched the land, showing no mercy on any one or thing. Has Starclan abandoned the warriors? What have they done to deserve this? Many questions crowd your mind as you continue your fight to live. Limbs aching, heart racing, legs pumping, rapids churning. This was too much of a battle; you couldn't win! You have to give up!
Suddenly, a wave crashes over you, sending you down into the deep waters below. Twigs, rocks and other things swirl around you and knock you about as they flow with the current. You gurggle for air, needing oxygen in your lungs but you can't seem to get up in time. You let out a wail underwater, and then you close your eyes and drift into unconsciousness. Your limp body floats with the streams of other cats as you go on to Starclan. This day will go down in history, and it will be the beginning of a new era. What will become of the new generation.. if there is one?
Where has all this water come from? It drenched the land, showing no mercy on any one or thing. Has Starclan abandoned the warriors? What have they done to deserve this? Many questions crowd your mind as you continue your fight to live. Limbs aching, heart racing, legs pumping, rapids churning. This was too much of a battle; you couldn't win! You have to give up!
Suddenly, a wave crashes over you, sending you down into the deep waters below. Twigs, rocks and other things swirl around you and knock you about as they flow with the current. You gurggle for air, needing oxygen in your lungs but you can't seem to get up in time. You let out a wail underwater, and then you close your eyes and drift into unconsciousness. Your limp body floats with the streams of other cats as you go on to Starclan. This day will go down in history, and it will be the beginning of a new era. What will become of the new generation.. if there is one?















