The first crack
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Last published Wed, Jun 17, 2026
As war rages between the clans, and blood is spilled three cats are born into a the world as a prophecy rises to the surface. Three will rage against the tide through heartache and blood they will rise and either be swept away in rapids or come out above the storm
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