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Originally Posted by Mimic
Tuftail walked away from the elder's den and headed towards the entrance of the camp to go hunting for prey that could feed the clan. As she walked out a bramble snagged her tail.
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(Tufttail is gonna be surprised soon.) Earthpaw tasted the air, smelling blood. Immediately his fur spiked in alarm. There was frantic pawsteps outside. Someone moved Tuftail away from the brambles and cats ran in, dragging... Rockshard. Earthpaws mentor. The world spun around him. He didn't need to touch the body to know he was dead. His glassy eyes, staring at nothing was confirmation enough. Earthpaw sunk to the ground. His vine on his tail wilted slightly. (If his vine dies, he dies.)