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(This poem takes place between ”The Gathering Storm (Part 4) and Part 5, and is a part of the ”Return of the Fierce Ones” storyline – see listing for related stories.) We face an uncertain future A danger we long feared Now nothing seems quite sure Now that old threat has again reappeared Two unborn cubs, two mates Close ones to worry for What will be their fates? The worst, I just won't settle for! Daughter with cub her own — Farscout, Brightwood, Blacksnake, watch enemies — Four young ones barely grown — Too few remaining home in our Dentrees — Precious Healer, ready to fight — Chief with much to lose — Shapers helping prepare this site — Lookouts posted in mere threes and twos — Too much to think about! So many to worry for There's no time for doubt I'll just do what I'm here for
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