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Originally Posted by Dirtfur
Dirtfur could only fake a smile, and that might not work as well! He inhaled, but let out no sigh to be heard when he exhaled. The former RiverClanner looked up at the sky, no details of it being day anymore. “I think you need some more alone time,” he meowed at last. “I’m going back to the camp. I’ll be next to the prey pile if you want to talk to me again.” He padded to the entrance, giving one more sad look at the Eelkit, then turned back away and moved onwards.
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Eelkit only acknowledged his departure with a flick of his ears, still staring at his paws. Yeah, that's what he'd been attempting... Until Dirtfur arrived. But speaking with the former deputy did help, somewhat. Ugh, being dead was just as hard as being alive. No matter what you do, you can't escape the cruelty and bitterness of the world: that was the conclusion Eelkit was starting to see. Granted, there were many good things but, more often than not, the bad outweighed the good. What an afterlife...
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