Freya
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Post by Freya on Sept 26, 2015 21:16:28 GMT
"The afterlife has become a dangerous place, even the bravest cats now fear death and what they might become after. A few moons cats stopped ascending to Starclan. They are now trapped in our temporal world with no escape in sight. The dead keep piling, at first it was only one and now there are dozens of them. Ghosts with violent tempers, angry that they have been denied Starclan by some unknown force..."
"What's going on? Why aren't the dead of the clans ascending or descending? We need to get the bottom of this." Said a translucent she-cat with diluted tortoiseshell fur and bright green eyes. Her mentor Milkfur nodded in though. "I fear troubling times has fallen onto our clans." The starry creamy furred medicine cat answered. Several other Starclan members began to throw their voices into the mix. Deceased Quietstar, a wise Aspenclan leader approached and rose her voice. "Panicing won't solve anything! All we can do right now is hope our descendants can help save us, we must be right of mind to guide them to the answers." The soft-furred female said and looked around. "This will not be our end. We will not stop until these poor souls are released from... The Purgatory that has claimed them."
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