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I wish they could hear me.

I went mute around the age of 3 moons.

My voice had been scratchy anyways, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

But it still hit hard.

Very hard.

It's hard when you can't be heard.

Pinebreeze's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Okay?"

I pick my head up, having no idea what she's said.

I prodded her with one paw, gesturing for her to repeat.

"Well, we're going to go to Jillian's barn and then figure things out from there," she mews, "and hopefully Blackdust can come."

"Who's Blackdust?" Beekit mews cautiously, as if she has a faint idea but can't place the name.

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