When the Stars and Moons Fall - a Duo Fandom Mafia
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Warriors - Life has never been more peaceful; that's what the warriors wish they could say. Blood that was never meant to drip has spilt. Cats who are filled with life fall and never get back up. StarClan must be punishing them; but why? Who would be so twisted as to murder their own kin?
Wings of Fire - Pyrrhia is a happy place. Well, it was. But the continent has been filled with determined assassins, dead bodies, and shadowed intentions. Talons fight scales. Wings flee from teeth. Who should they trust, when their own tribes aren't even loyal?
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: qwq
ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕: ._.
𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞: :v
(Original by either @Nightflower- or @UnitedWarriors ; at this point I don't even know)
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