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Specklefur's two toms puffed out their chests like their father, strutting around Smokewhisker.
(Gosh, I keep forgetting to make their forms! DX)
"No... please Silverstripe.... your father.... he might die.." Shadowpelt meowed softly, his face downcast. He felt it unnecessary to raise his voice, or plead with her since she seemed to be happy here. And it's all my fault.
Smokewhisker growled, turning to head back to the camp. He almost tripped on one of the toms, and Specklefur had to suppress a laugh. "C'mon," she coaxed them, moving her tail to beckon them. She was beginning to walk back to camp. "We get to go on another adventure tomorrow, but not if you don't get your sleep!" She flicked her tail towards the sinking sun, disappearing behind the distant Highstones.
"Then he'll be up here with me," Silverstripe replied nonchalantly.
At the edge of the clearing, the grass began to rustle, revealing a tiny black and white kitten with icy blue pools for eyes, like tiny moons. Ebonykit.
