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Deep in Treeclan territory stood an enormous, maple tree. Suitably named the Great Maple, this tree was probably one of the most memorable places to the whole clan. Apprentices were commonly trained here and many came here to hunt. This tree had probably seen more than the typical cat would in their lifetime. And seeing how no one knew how old the trees were, this massive timber was probably older than the clan itself. It almost made one wonder if this tree had stood when the first cats of Starclan were still living. Back when the clans were strong and not weak like they were now. A loud snort erupted from a tabby cat sitting on one of the lower branches of the maple. Cougarmask had been sitting in wait for potential prey to catch when these thoughts had crossed his mind.

The tom shook his head. These days he found the clans to be quite questionable. So it made him wonder what the days of old use to be like. Did the clans defend themselves no matter the costs? No matter the lives at stake? Or did they allow other clans to show them up and embarrass them with little consequence? His fur stood on end at this. This upcoming war had the tom slightly irritated, if not on edge. Nightclan had embarrassed them, taken one of their own, and made their disdain of Treeclan blatantly obvious in front of the other clans. They did not deserve the slightest hint of mercy. And yet when Lionstar finally made his "war cry" his first plan was to chase a patrol into the mountains? Was he truly serious? Cougarmask snorted again at this. Nightclan had insulted them and needed to be taught a lesson, more than trying to chase some of their cats into the mountainside. Which wasn't going to keep those particular cats away for long, if it worked at all. But what did he know? He was just a "simple" warrior with no say. He grumbled and settled himself into a laying position against the base of the tree.

While he was getting all worked up in the branches, a small group of sparrows had gathered on the ground below him. Each little one pecking around the cold ground for any sort of food to sustain themselves. The tom was still so preoccupied with thinking about his leader's plan that he still paid no attention to them. Leaving them as the perfect pickings for any cats nearby.

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