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Birchrot leapt to the top of the monsterrock, looking down at his clan. Hungry, angry cats, all of them. “Warriors of Carrionclan!” He yelled, a smirk crawling across his face. “Our spores have spread far. The rot spreads across the dale; and I believe we near our ‘in’.” The crowd cheered. “The Twoleg Stars shall fade, and every cat foolish enough to worship them will decay by their side. My mother shall be killed, then my father, then their leader.”
Scorpiontail paced silently around the camp’s borders. He’d caught a scent in the air, one of a loner mate he’d known not too long ago. But at the end of the scent was not Midnight, the blind black-furred molly; but a dark brown kit with piercing red eyes.
Shit.