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DAGGERCLAN

Reads 33
Votes 1
Parts 5
Time 9 minutes

Reads 33
Votes 1
Parts 5
Time 9 minutes

DaggerClan was not born from stars, but from blood. Its roots writhe beneath the shattered bones of ShaleClan, a once-peaceful Clan known for unity, tradition, and honor. That history was burned to ash the day Viperclaw rose-cold-eyed, venom-hearted, and unafraid to slit the throat of legacy. Under his claw, ShaleClan was carved hollow and remade into DaggerClan: a Clan not ruled by StarClan's whispers, but by sharp teeth and ambition. The forest no longer echoes with peace. It screams with survival.All Rights Reserved

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WARRIOR CATS.

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