No AudioIn each Clan, every cat was happy. Bustling about and doing their duties. SandClans leader calling a meeting, TreeClans warriors on a hunting patrol, BeachClan apprentices playing in the shelter of the trees, and TsunamiClan taking a rest in the warm sun always resting on the smooth rocks. That was until a rainstorm came. A huge cloud had moved over the sun, bringing rain and less warmth. That was the time you had been born (by one of the queens in one of the clans.).
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