[poppy]

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There was yelling, and Birdpaw didn't like it. And the voices were even more alarming. Beastgrowl and Pikestar. The cat that had offered her comfort, the cat she had thought of as a friend, and her father. Anxiety pulsed in her veins as she hurried out of the apprentices den to stand in the clearing where there was more talk about death. Talking about one if the only cats that had comforted her as if he was Cloverpaw or something. It made her confusion shoot through the roof. "What's going on?" She asked softly, dreading the answer. "Did someone else die?"