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Prolouge

 * Flames. Flames were everywhere. Flames in the Warriors den. Flames on the high ledge. Flames even engulfed the medicine den and nursery. The Clan rushed towards a exsit. The kits wailed as the pressed against their mothers. And here I was, in the middle of it all. I was stuck in the middle of it all as the flames neared. It wasn’t like I could run if I wanted to, I was petrified. I coughed as smoke grabbed into my lungs. And soon I fell onto the floor, a coughing fit. Then, without any warning, darkness swept over me.




 * “Is anyone dead” called Yarrowstar as she looked over at the one of her warriors who she asked to search the camp. The pale ginger tabbies face was grim. “I did see Cloudflight’s dead body somewhere beside the apprentice’s den.”


 * The Golden tom nodded as the tom ran off to check on his mate. Yarrowstar sighed, she wanted to make Cloudflight deputy some day, and it appeared that unless Cloudflight descended from StarClan and suddenly was living again that would never happen.