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Alternate Endings: BloodClan's Rule"This is your last chance at peace."
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My mew is icy as I say this to Firestar. The ginger she-cat looks tense, and she glances to the lithe black-and-white she-cat and the golden leopard-spotted tom behind her. They both stare back at her, their eyes despairing, and I feel like laughing at how pathetic they are. They seem so lost right now, and it's hard to believe that they're the leaders of this ragtag little group they've scrounged up.
Among the group I see Barley, who stands beside a little black cat. A creamy-brown tom stares coldly at me, his green eyes narrowed and his teeth bared. A pure-white she-cat with black paws - Blackfoot is her name - looks nervous, which adds to how sorry-looking this "LionClan" is. One cat piques my interest: A little Tigerstar look-alike, standing beside a calico tom. The tabby meets my gaze, but averts her eyes down to her paws, and her claws sink into the sand under her paws.
Firestar's voice snaps me from my thoughts.
"You will never