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Post by Crimsonsky on May 24, 2014 0:26:06 GMT -6
Crimson watched the entire thing fold out from his perch in the heavens. First RockClan, then FireClan, then TreeClan. He watched as Deathclan swept through each clan, conquering as they went. Now all that was left was IceClan.
And IceClan had no idea what was coming.
RockClan, FireClan, TreeClan, and DeathClan would all unleash their combined might upon those poor unsuspecting cats. It would either be a quick surrender, or a long slaughter.
He could see it now; the DeathClan cats were planning to assault IceClan. Soon. He guessed that within the day they would be on IceClan. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he could do anything. His powers were limited, and all he had done with them so far was make the illusion of the forest coming down in TreeClan. He was bound by an invisible set of laws, and these laws could not be broken. For this reason, he didn't know if he could help IceClan. He jumped off of his perch and headed for his fellow dead people.
"Hey, guys," He said, taking a bite of his spirit-squirrel. "Are you sure we can't do anything about DeathClan? Can't we give the clans a prophecy or something?"
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