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P R O P H E C Y
The moon rises high as the lands below sleep
bringing forth change from far in the deep
talons that crackle, wings gleaming bright
points that burn and glow in the night
claws that tear and summon the cold
new life that blossoms from what was once old
an old foe awakens, creeping in with the tide
the blessed and the cursed, our fate will decide
It's that time again. LEAVES, so many leaves and vivid colors. Have fun in the piles of leaves! Leaves.
Air-Tribe... be the leaf.
Greetings from Snow~
S T A T U S
A strange band of rogues branded with golden butterfly tattoos have invaded the Tribal Territories. They've set up camp in the outskirts, to the North of the Tribes of Water and Earth, and are keeping a group of high-ranking cats hostage. Do not engage these cats, and for the love of the Spirits, do not try to spy on them - the leaders of the Tribes are working on counter measures this very moment. Trust in the Spirits, and perhaps we will find a way to avoid future tragedies.
And guess who's back.
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