Prolouge

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"LeafClan, retreat!"


Fire scathed the dry, dusty ground as cats flailed around the pit. Above them would lay AshClan staring down from the trees.

A heavily coated cat painted with the dimmest brown raised his paw, watching his cats rain down into the clan.

"Cats stand strong, fight for the clan!" A skinny pale cat would roar.

"For the clan!" The clanmates continued, running headfirst after the offending clan.

Blood scattered everywhere, necks cracked, paws twisted. It seemed like a kittypet's nightmare from there.

Altough a group of LeafClan cats watched from a distance, returning from a patrol.

"The clan!" A beige tom exclaimed.

Nearby, the tallest and slimmest she-cat with blue fur as dull as the rocks in the canyons and eyes as emerald as the aurora in the sky stood her ground.

"We need to leave..." She mumbled.

"Aspenclaw! What about the clan, the cats, the code!" The tom replied.

Aspenclaw stared at the clan, fire glazed over the trees, shades of orange glowed from the rocks. The dens fell apart, falling to ashes.

She knew it was far too lost, it was too lost, even for the code.

"The warrior code doesn't matter...we need to leave...Thistletoe..get the kits..." Aspenclaw replied.

"But LeafClan-"

"Listen Dustypelt, there is NO clan, all there is left are cursed memories of our past. We can start over and live a better life..." Aspen hissed.

Dustypelt nodded, heading into the grim forest along with the other clan cats and kits. 

Before heading into the shadows, Aspenclaw took a glance of the clan one last time. The memories of her sister, the lands she has lost.

It didn't matter to her now, It never did.



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