Prologue

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The creature slipped through the shadows unaware of its pursuer. Silently the hunter leapt and made a swift blow to the neck. I wish I could do that to every cat in the forest. But it couldn't. They were trained and it was not. When it looked down on it's prey again, his claws had begun ripping it apart. It growled as it realised he had mauled it. It had to leave it there. It creeped away from the now rotting prey and stood in the moonlight. It shook its great mane. I need territory for LionClan... those puny cats must go!

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