[pomegranate]

“What other day?” Needlefire wondered aloud. She followed Pricklestar’s gaze, and watched the sandy fox sniff around the tumbleweeds, scratching up dirt here and there. The big eared prey was cute, and reminded Needlefire of her Desceased sister, Loudpaw. Her sister had died years ago, when they had still been apprentices. Needlefire looked up to the orange turning yellow sky. She wondered if Loudpaw was up there, looking down at her now Deputy sister. Loudpaw had always been the ambitious one. The strong one. The fast one. The cool one. She should have been deputy, not Needlefire. Needlefire sighed, and turned back to Pricklestar.
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