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“You’re positive?”
“Certain.” The thick-furred silver tom had sat down. “StarClan told me, ‘The courage of the shelled one will cause a scourge to befall the forest. Supported by fiery kin, they will burn away the strongest of poisons.’ ”
“Do you think it’s an omen?”
“It may be, it may not. Either way, the forest will undergo a change as a result of this prophecy. One that we may not be capable of handling as is.”
“What do you suggest we do to prepare?”
“I don’t believe there’s a way other than to continue living and see what StarClan has planned for us.”
The brothers looked upon the camp in unease. Not for the camp itself, nor the cats that survived due to them, but because the forest was going to be affected in ways they couldn’t predict.
They could only hope that their Clan would survive the future: anything but a loss or pyrrhic victory.