What Used To Be | A Warriors Fanfic|
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  • Parts 5
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  • Reads 119
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 5
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Sep 05, 2016
TigerClan, LeopardClan, LionClan. All clan cats have heard the myths of the mighty giant cats that previously ruled the clan territories. Myths, just myths. Thats what many cats say. But believe me, it's true. All RiverClan warriors from my generation know it. We have known it ever since we brought back LeopardClan. I didn't believe at first either, but trust me, it's all true. Sure the myths are a little exaggerated, but why wouldn't they be, countless seasons have past since then. 
  
  My name is Ripplestar, and this is how I discovered what used to be.
  
  Cover art by @riverclanmapleshade
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