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Originally Posted by Pink Orca!
Dunedrift suddenly fell to the ground as if attacked, eyes tightly shut.
A pale grey she-cat walked in front of him. "If I ever had a kit, I'd call her Sand. After the beach, and you... But Beachkit would be terrible if a cat had too much of an accent."
"Rain... Rain, where are you?"
She's gone, Dunedrift. Gone.
A small kit in the nursery meowed, "Sand" to him.
"She looks kinda like you."
"Sandpaw!" Dunediftleapt forward. "Oh, no..."
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Fennelsnarl glanced up," She cannot hear, see, smell, or taste, or have feeling anymore." She quickly did a small nip that would send her to Starclan.