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Originally Posted by TheShoomy
Cloudykit
Windclan
Clooudykit seemed to be bounced in once spot with energy, passing the feather to Newtberry. "Here, have the feather! Do you like it?" He said, beginning to rub his head on Newtberry energetically, Comepletely unaware of His father's thoughts. Then he booped Newtberry happily.
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Newtberry purred happily. "If it's from you, I love it." He sighed contentedly. Even though he missed his kits and mate, they lived on inside of him. Plus, it was time to move on. If he had died, he didn't want them to be stuck on his death forever. He would want them to live their life, be happy. And so he assumed that's what they wanted for him. Refocusing on his living son, he watched him play with the feather, wishing the moment would last forever.