Nobetareadingwedielikemymotivation Stories

"I'd never been washed ashore Or seen the droll night before My body vanished I hovered in the concourse Of the court of thousands Of yellow asphodel It hurts remembering the fragrance of Heaven." Ashfur's reign of terror is over now, but its effects still scar the Clans. Cats have lost the ones they loved, some are left in permanent hopelessness from the trauma, and a monumental part of their life has been erased permanently. But new shadows loom on a dark horizon. New mysteries threaten the Clans, warning of a new conflict. With this, the Clans are forced to band together and they find that, even with this loss, they can still hold independence. (Lyrics are from "The Birth Plains of Astral Projection" by Maudlin of the Well)