"Enough!"
Bumblestar stormed out of her den, letting the sharp bark ring out across the clearing. Poppykit's still body was heartbreaking, yes, but honest to the stars, was an eight-moon-old cat really freaking out this badly? Risingstorm had the body handled, so she strode past him and stepped around Nettlepaw with a growled order of,
"Drop her," to block the camp's entrance.
"Hollykit, that's enough." Her tailed lifted over her back as she stared down at the kit.
"I understand it's upsetting, but you're old enough now to control yourself. Step one paw outside of camp and you can consider yourself a kit for life. This situation is tense enough already; your dramatics aren't needed."
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