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Post by f a l l e n on Apr 26, 2009 1:03:56 GMT -5
w`ARRIORS cONTROL
"Ring a ring a rosies..."
These are the four Clans of the forest, living in an uneasy harmony. Each has a life and territory of their own, with little to fear... But this has been taken for granted.
"A pocket full of posies..."
Now, the Clans are beginning to see that the life they had thought so peaceful is coming to an end... Bringing with it a new era. The era of the Sickness.
"A tissue, a tissue."
This is no ordinary sickness. There is only one cure for it, and that cure...? Well, only StarClan knows. And they had better be quick about telling the Clans, because if they don't...
"We all...
...fall...
...down."
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Post by f a l l e n on Apr 26, 2009 1:04:44 GMT -5
Oops, this is a link-back, sorry!
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