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| - One, Two, Three Hero counted his pawsteps as he retraced his steps out of the house. It was extremely necessary to avoid his housefolk. Because his housefolk was . . . well . . . Slam! The door opened and His twoleg climbed out. He was angry all the time, but this time he was holding a strange cylinder in his hand that narrowed at the top, filled with a peculiar purple liquid. The twoleg yelled something, in a frighteningly calm voice. Hero waited. All of a sudden the twoleg burst into savage yelling. He threw the object. It hit Hero and the glass pierced his fur. Too shocked to mewl, Hero stared, shocked at his twoleg, who casually walked back inside. Blood welling on his flank, Hero's vision blurred, and he collpased. When he woke, Hero was being attended to by his best friend, a loner named Pebble who dropped in from time to time. Her eyes shone with worry. "Oh whisker, I found you like this and pulled out the glass but you won't stop bleeding, I'm sorry-" Hero raised his tail and shuddered in pain. "That's-okay." he gasped. "You did the best you could." Then Hero's eyes closed again, and he dreamed. He was in a clearing and 9 cats emerged. Hero stood up and frowned. He no longer hurt. Turning his attention to the cats, he saw that their fur was flecked with starlight, and their eyes glimmered with a thousand years of wisdom. "We have seen your suffering," they said in one voice "And we have come to relieve it. We have a way. One that has not been attempted in this place for ages." "Wh-what?" Hero could barely get the question out. "All in good time," they chided. "But first you must become more than Hero. You must be a lion." "Who-who are you." "We are StarClan."
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