Embertail is still a waking reminder of a horrible past.
No matter how many times I've realized what he did was wrong, I still can't bring myself to tell anybody.
Not Blackfrost, not Aspenheart, not anybody.
It's unfortunate, really.
But it's my fault.
All my fault.
And that's why I have xenophobia.
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Xenophobia, Book 2 | Warrior Cats Short Story
RandomCreampaw sat on a flat rock in the corner of the camp, washing herself. "Intruder!" The black and white she-cat's fur spiked. Intruder.... Black fuzz started to crowd her vision as the rest of her clan started to chatter like starlings. Indruder...
