Warriors- The Hidden Tunnels
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A hundred seasons had passed since the great battle, a tale long and forgotten. Many things have changed since then. The Clans moved, and the ancient clans- Thunder, Shadow, River, Sky, and Wind faded apart bit by bit. New clans rose- Sapphire, Moon, Sun, Earth, and Breeze. All was well for many seasons. But now, the clans are facing something that isn't able to be solved. The ground is trembling, the water is drying, cracks form in the Earth, and fire spreads. How are we to escape this? It's simple: Escape through the hidden tunnels.
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