rdfs:comment | - “Starclan,” a black tom breathed, looking at the bright shinning stars illuminating the night. “I am prepared to leave.” He declared, with as much assurance as he could muster. “No you are not,” a pale tom claimed, stepping out from the vast light of the stars. “Your journey isn’t over yet; you must continue onward.” “I think I’d rather try my chances here,” the black tom retorted. “Better dead, than almost dead; being tortured by the pain that is about to kill you.” “How is that even possible?” “Wait,” the tom hissed as the pale cat began to fade away. “What is my destiny?” he asked urgently.
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abstract | - “Starclan,” a black tom breathed, looking at the bright shinning stars illuminating the night. “I am prepared to leave.” He declared, with as much assurance as he could muster. “No you are not,” a pale tom claimed, stepping out from the vast light of the stars. “Your journey isn’t over yet; you must continue onward.” “I think I’d rather try my chances here,” the black tom retorted. “Better dead, than almost dead; being tortured by the pain that is about to kill you.” “Well said,” he smiled twitching his whiskers with amusement. “But you will not be almost dead. Not if you can learn to work among yourselves. There is never hope for a team who is not truly a team,” he paused for a moment. "You have the power to bring them together, you know.” “Me?” he was dumbfounded. “But I am not the leader, or the peace-maker, or even the strong cat,” he sighed. “I am the dead, emotionless cat, how could I ever bring together several patches of moss that couldn’t possibly be more different?" “Influence doesn’t always come from power.” “But power always comes from influence,” he slowly responded, not taking his eyes of the dead cat. Wanting to change the subject he asked, “How’s your leg been doing.” The tom smiled and he stuck out his front paw, which was just as pale as the rest of his body. “Like it was never there,” he purred before straightening his face. “I must get going now,” he claimed, and looked at his old partner one last time, “You have not been lost to the world yet,” he insisted, “Don’t be surprised of you are dragged back.” “How is that even possible?” “Sometimes all you have to do is wish hard enough,” his eyes seemed to be far away for a moment before they returned. “Remember that you are the cat who must stitch you group together,” he reminded him. "We can’t guide you every paw step of the way, once you set foot in the Ocean you have lost our reach.” “Wait,” the tom hissed as the pale cat began to fade away. “What is my destiny?” he asked urgently. “Your destiny,” he thought for a moment. “It’s too many things I can express at once but I do not believe it is not a bad one,” he smiled. “But to reach this destiny you will need to make a very special quest; one deep inside your heart.” “What’s that?” he asked slowly, fearing the answer. “A quest of strength.”
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