Re: RiverClan Streamstone
Fawnsqueak felt a spike of dread course through him, uneasiness climbing his spine in jagged jumps that had him reluctant to join the rest of the Clan underneath the Streamstone. Lionstar didn't appear ..joyful, not really, and he'd come in from the territory.
Who died this time?
Fawnsqueak's heart sunk. He was pretty sure Greenfur had gone out on patrol with at least one other cat... and they weren't in sight. Jaw clenched and eyes straight forward as he awaited the news, he sat down stiffly.
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