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Dawn comes much faster than I'd hoped.

I hear rustling and a small paw pokes me in the face.

What?

It's just Beekit.

I slowly rise to my feet and exit the den.

I carry Pinebreeze's daughter by the scruff hurriedly and hop over the thornbushes that mark the edge of our camp.

Pinebreeze is there already, and her eyes look like blue moons.

Vipermask is there also, the pale scars on her throat catch the moonlight.

Scars from Halfstar.

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