As Redspot heard Icestar call him, he picked the dead kit and padded into the den. He set the tiny body at his paws to explain what happened. "While I was hunting, I checked the border just in case there were any Thunderclan cats lingering," he began. "And while I was looking around, I saw this." Redspot placed a paw gently on top of the thin scrap of matted fur, feeling a wave of grief for the kit. If he lived, he would see the forest and everything in it, maybe even become a great warrior. But that chance had been torn away, and now the kit walked with Starclan.
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Casper