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ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀꜱ: ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ
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Complete, First published Sep 26, 2021
"𝐅𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝"
ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. That's exactly what young Bumble'Paw and his two friends saw in a mysterious and power hungry tom. They tried to warn their Clan about him, but everyone seemed to be blinded from the mist that was concealing their false friend. Will the three apprentices be able to save their Clan? Or will ThunderClan be gone for good?

!Warning! This story is pretty old, I have written it when I was slightly younger.
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