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Death. It was all Fallingpaw could see. It was surrounding her, grasping it's hold on her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Her heart skipped a beat, light fading from his eyes. Finally, she drew in a shaky breath, the words that could change the world escaping her mouth. "I wish..." *°*°*°* Fallingpaw was a hopeful young TreeClan cat, always getting lost in her own world. Seen as irresponsible and easily distracted, she could become a bit of a nuisance to others, though despite that Fallingpaw always felt at home among the trees. However, in the past moons hostilities between TreeClan and AshClan had been rising, escalating greatly. Fallingpaw couldn't stand the thought of having to fight another Clan over simple disagreements. In a fit of emotion, young apprentice ran off, only to discover a large tree at the edge of TreeClan territory, that was the home of the ancient StarClan warriors. The warriors offered a wish to be granted to Fallingpaw, which could be anything, although there was one exception. She wasn't allowed to change herself.
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