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Dust
Lotusheart had been heartbroken. She was still processing, switching between anger and grief, and StarClan knows what else. Her best and only friend, whom she'd known since they were kits in the nursery, was dead. She remembered their first meeting, she remembered their conversations, she remembered losing him the first time, she remembered finding him again and again. But no more. He was gone.
With an aching heart, Lotusheart was reduced to the shy pushover she was thirty-something moons ago. The energy was sapped out of her. She walked up to Cherryswirl, unable to look her in the face.
"I, um, we... I'm not Gingerstar's family by blood but...we kind of were like family. But if you don't want me there that's okay too..."