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Cinderspirit (she/they)
WindClan ❍ 27 moons
small fluffy grey she-cat with blue eyes and faint tabby markings
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Cinderspirit watched helplessly as the dainty calico convulsed and spluttered, writhing on the floor of the clearing and kicking up dust. Her cry for help seemed to have attracted more attention, and she almost sobbed with relief when Cowtuft emerged from the medicine den, coming over to prop her up. As the pair limped towards the medicine den, she trotted along beside them anxiously, stepping on her own tail as she tried to keep pace.
"Will she be alright?" She asked Cowtuft, fear in her mew. She wasn't good in situations like these, never had been.
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x ghostie ((Cowtuft mention))