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Bad Wolf
A brown Bengal was fast asleep, her eyes closed and tail reading gently over her nose. One pale green eye opened, and both then opened in surprise as the she-cat realized where she was. Speckledspring gazed in awe at the starry landscape, taking in the beautiful sights. But then worry hit her.
Am I dead? The warrior did not remember being hurt, she had healed well from their recent battle with the Dusk Syndicate. And she hadn't been sick for over twelve moons. But she still wanted to know why she was here. She could be dreaming, that was a thought, and Speckledspring took that into account. She sure hoped she wasn't dead, she still had her kits, adopted and biological, to care for. Even though they were now apprentices, she still had to watch out for them. Starclan wouldn't take her away now, would they?
So why am i here?