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Originally Posted by feather lily
Feather looked at the young kit, compassion in her eyes. She knew what it felt like to find out you were dead it was scary even more so as a kit. She looked young 6 moons of age to be exact but she was much older she had died as a kit and now wanted to help others.
Hello there. I’m featherkit but please call me feather. she would wait for the kit to ask questions and then she would answer
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Barkpaw peeked out of where he was. Finally! He padded out. “Hello,” he meowed. “I’m barkpaw. I died of hunger.” He felt sadness. He would never share tounges with runningpaw or his friends again.