Bramblestripe was uncertain how much time had passed. He faded in and out of consciousness, struggling to breathe, pelt burning, throat sore and eyes sticky with gunk. He had never been this sick before. He would take the herbs and choke down the soft prey Honeypool brought him but that was it. He just didn't have the energy for anything else.
How long could this possibly go on?
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Rising from the Ashes
FanfictionThe four Clans-GrassClan, OakClan, PineClan and WillowClan-have lived in relative balance since the Clans began. They kept separate, save for their Gathering every full moon. While they had their disagreements, they kept a relatively harmonious exis...
