ShatterClan

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As you ascend the mountain, you find yourself meticulously following a tantalizing scent trail. It's elusive, shifting just out of reach, prompting a sense of frustration and curiosity. After a day of relentless pursuit, exhaustion overtakes you, and you decide to pause and regroup, hoping the scent will reveal itself further along.

The following day, you make your way back down the mountain, retracing your steps toward the grasslands. The scent grows fainter, and suddenly it ceases altogether, leaving you disoriented. The trail you once followed twists and turns erratically—left, right, and even diagonally—confounding your instincts. Just as you contemplate your next move, a flash of fur catches your eye, but before you can fully comprehend it, a branch crashes down nearby, narrowly missing you.

As you attempt to regain your bearings, more branches fall around you, quickly closing in and trapping you in a makeshift snare. Anxiety mounts, and then a voice breaks through the chaos. It's chilling, devoid of emotion save for a palpable undercurrent of malice. "Great job, Adols," it intones mockingly. "You've proven your worth."

From the dense underbrush, a small figure emerges: a pup, her fur a striking mix of grey underbelly and shoulders, with a predominantly black coat. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, radiating a sense of danger that belies her youthful appearance. The voice continues, "Decide," leaving you with an unsettling choice that weighs heavily on your mind, as the atmosphere thickens with tension.




the next thing that happens is up to you...