A dark brown she-cat spun through the spiky bushy of a dark forest. Her eyes were narrowed to bright green slits, giving her an almost snake-like appearance. She growled as she stepped on a thorn.
She paused in front of a murky puddle, staring at her reflection as she leaned down to take the thorn out of her pad. Her eyes widened slightly as the water shifted to a scene of the Clans gathered in the Hollow, looking happy and relaxed. She noticed that instead of two cats perched on the Fallenoak, there were three.
"Oh, so the found the Lost Clan," she muttered. "How charming." Pulling out the thorn, she hissed and turned away, splashing away the image with her ragged tail.
"Those kits will be too dumb and scared to mention anything about my plans," she muttered thoughtfully. "All they had to do is follow my instructions, and I'll hold up my end of the bargain. With their help, the end of the Clans will come soon," she said with a smirk. "Very soon."
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Lost Hope: Book 2: The Lost Clan
FantasyThree is better than two, right? When mysterious visions of a lost Clan appear to the Clans medicine cats, selected cats go on a journey to discover their hidden past. Warning: mild gore (Book 2/6)
