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"You're important, Bluepaw, no doubt. But make sure you don't let it go to your head," the medicine cat mewed, touching her nose to the new apprentices'. "Go to my head?" she echoed, her brow furrowing slightly. "You mean, I shouldn't think about it?" Barkpelt purred with amusement. "No, think about it all you like. But don't let it affect how you think of the rest of us. And don't let it consume who you are." *** Bluepaw knew from the age of six moons that she was special. StarClan had given her clan, ScrubClan, a prophecy which said so. Saving her clan was her duty, and her destiny. But StarClan is mysterious, and their prophecies even more so. Will Bluepaw be able to keep her identity separate from a future foretold for her by the stars? And will her prophecy ever be fulfilled?
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