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The Aftermath
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Mar 13, 2019
The Great Battle against BloodClan is now over, the burden of Tigerstar is finally gone, the 4 Clans are all present and accounted for once again, and everything is as peaceful as is was before. Or so they had thought anyway... 

        The Great Battle with the rogues shocked every Clan and had shook every cat to the very core. The aftermath of the battle left many of the Clans' warriors dead or severely injured, and scared away a good portion of the prey. With all the havoc BloodClan had caused, it left every Clan to rebuild camps, recuperate, and reestablish boarders, as well as the trust that was left in ruins. Leaving no time for the Clans to fight or argue with eachother, they are pushed into a time of peace and prosperity. 

        Tigerstar is gone, LionClan has dispanned for the time being, and BloodClan is no more. But what if BloodClan wasn't totally destroyed? What if there were still survivors of the mighty band of rogues and loners? 



     What if they wanted revenge...
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