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Willowfern
Juniperclaw listened, his whiskers twitching. After a moment, he looked around as Dogbark had done, and gathered up two stalks of marigold.
"... yes," he meowed, through the herbs in his mouth. He hesitated.
"... where will you bury your- our- dead while RiverClan holds the cove?"
He moved after Dogbark, looking back at the glittering stream and yellow flowers poking through the grass.