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A voice... a voice reached his ears, young and innocent.
Too young and innocent. Barkprowl turned his head toward the source of the noise, his heart twisting. Too young, too small, a cat who's chance to see the wonders of the world had been ripped away from them.
The mottled brown tom approached Yarrowkit, eyes gentle and expression kind.
"I'm here," he said softly, crouching down in front of him.
"There's no need to be afraid."