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Swiftclan has resided in the city for a long time, far longer than any of the elders, or the elders before, or even the elders before could remember. The lights, the stench, the constant sounds, and the rough asphalt underneath their paws is all that the clan knows. Their paws are calloused from the many moons walking on the rough ground, which was frosty cold during Leafbare, and unbearably hot during Greenleaf. Yet, kits have always been told stories of vast lands filled with colorful flowers and trees taller than they could image, places with large holes in the ground filled with clean water and a seemingly endless supply of prey. Prey that wasn't just pigeons, rats, or twoleg scraps, but birds capable of complex songs, speedy rabbits, and bouncy squirrels. The ground below their paws wouldn't be made out of harsh stone, but soft dirt and tickling grasses. It's an ideal land established in Swiftclan's mind from a young age, but one the clan never dreamed of settling out of fear of change. That is, not until the great plague struck the clan.
About six moons ago, cats began to fall ill. They would become feverish, froth at the mouth, and vomit until the mysterious disease claimed them a couple of sunrises and sunsets later. With the number of clan cats beginning to decline, cats began to suggest leaving the land behind and finding the place described in the stories passed down. The leader was hesitant until Starclan sent the leader and the medicine cat a message: the sickness ends where stone turns to dirt. Now the clan is preparing to leave the land that they've known for so long, and are considering taking outsiders with them, to both increase their numbers and to hopefully save them from the plague as well.
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About six moons ago, cats began to fall ill. They would become feverish, froth at the mouth, and vomit until the mysterious disease claimed them a couple of sunrises and sunsets later. With the number of clan cats beginning to decline, cats began to suggest leaving the land behind and finding the place described in the stories passed down. The leader was hesitant until Starclan sent the leader and the medicine cat a message: the sickness ends where stone turns to dirt. Now the clan is preparing to leave the land that they've known for so long, and are considering taking outsiders with them, to both increase their numbers and to hopefully save them from the plague as well.
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