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She stood on the opposite side of the stream to the bengal, glaring at the water loathingly. Was it normal for a cat to despise their clan and anything related to it? The black-furred molly couldn't care less about those fishfaces that ruled these days. Things had been so much better in the past, back before… really, she was only here to watch over her friends—the ones still living; she knew no dead cats who actually enjoyed communicating as much as she did.
The splash of water and a few stray droplets landing on her sleek coat convinced her to look up, and the stranger's words carried in the breeze. Riverdweller, also? Raven could drudge up no memories of the she-cat, so either they had interacted very sparingly, or the stranger had been wandering around the starlands for quite some time.
"Who are you?" the apprentice asked from across the rivulet.
"Which leader served at the time of your death?"