I'm broken story. Wise, kind, used to be evil, wise, sees all, wise, and, well, wise. I'm called broken story cuz my story's broken up in pieces. I watch all. I see everything. Did I mention that I am wise. Cats come to me for advice. I'm dark brown with bare splotches where my fur has been ripped out in battle. I have one missing eye, and scars along my shoulders and back. My one eye is bright green. I see cats, many of them, running for there lives. Wonder why. "We need to find broken story." The gray one speaks of me. She looks young. "Why him." Clearly this ginger one is not fond of me. "He will help us defeat fur star and fury tongue!" They need me. I should go down there.
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A warriors escape to the Journey.
FantasyGray nose and braken tail need to figure out a way to beet there evil leader and be free from the locks that hold them in the deep dome of his den. Will they make it out alive or dead. If they make it out will they ever defeat fur star and his army...
