“I know,” she sighed. “But if I had been quicker in figuring out what was wrong, perhaps she wouldn’t have died.”"Well... She was getting old." Rosepaw gently reminded her, feeling awkward and keeping his voice low so he wouldn't disturb the cats sitting vigil.
Feathersky finally reached her destination and looked around in wonder as she saw many different cats from all the Clans sitting, talking, and sharing tongues. She trotted over to an old friend and reunited with them joyously
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