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[//.weep]

---E v e r y b o d y W i t h Y o u r F i s t s R a i s e d H i g h
----L e t M e H e a r Y o u r B a t t l e c r y T o n i g h t
-----S t a n d B e s i d e O r S t e p A s i d e
------W e ' r e O n T h e F r o n t l i n e

As morning pressed over the night skies, giving the black a light slip of orange, it cast an eerie, unnatural light over The Almighty. Also, underneath it's roots, bathing it in a yellowish glow. Not many cats visited the Almighty any more, but some loners said that it presented before you, dreams. Elam did not believe this. He was one of the few that slept in the root gaps, though. The unnatural light shook him awake, and he uneasily shook his ginger-black face to either side. A shiver ran down his strong flank, and he was reminded of the haunting dream that had passed through his mind almost every night. It was a chilling rendition of his brother's death, only surplused until it was worse than a night. Elam sighed. It was lonely being, well, a loner.

------A n d W e ' l l B e C a r r y i n g O n
-----' T i l l T h e D a y I t D o e s n ' t M a t t e r A n y m o r e
----S t e p A s i d e , Y o u F o r g o t W h a t T h i s I s F o r
---W e F i g h t T o L i v e , W e L i v e T o F i g h t

[. . silent]

Mnemosyne smirked as she watched Elam, her blue eyes flashing coldly. "And so the Guardian returns to the Keeper," She called out, voice cracked with age. The bony grey cat leapt down from her perch on a wide branch, dipping her head to the ginger as equals so often did. "Greetings, Elam. All goes well for you, I warrant?" Mnemosyne was old, but not senile; she wanted news, and wanted it now.