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The vigil began that night.

"She was carrying my kits." Embersky whispers, voice hoarse.

Loonpaw leans on her fathers shoulder, "I was going to have brothers and sisters."

"And now they're gone." Pumkinpaw said, grief in his voice.

 𝓔𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // warriors short story Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora