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As the patrol moves on, I'm surprised nobody said anything yet. Am I the only one who realizes the stream is tinted red?

Suddenly, Snowfoot lets out a gasp of horror. As she does, I start to make my way to the front of the crowd.

There, lying in a pool of blood, is Hawkkit.

 𝓔𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // warriors short story Where stories live. Discover now