Smokestar's Clan
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  • Reads 96
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 6m
Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2023
'Darkest night will rise between cracks amongst friends, blinding those who turn to face it.'
Smokestar knew that, as a leader, he could sacrifice himself for his Clan without dying. What he didn't account for was the enemies taking his body as a celebration of their victory.
Smokestar, now a prisoner to strange cats calling themselves WolfClan, must take the name Smoky and, for as long as he can, hide any remaining loyalty to BerryClan before both Clans fall.

A Warrior Cats fanfiction featuring my own OCs, and set in my own Clans.
There isn't really anything inappropriate on here, however four cats will die.

This is currently being copied-and-pasted from my BlogClan Google doc.
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