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Fallen One
Puddlepaw tilted his head a little as his words were left hanging in the air, no response coming from the small kit before him. He definitely knew she could talk--he'd just heard her crying out a few heartbeats prior. So, a lack of speech development definitely wasn't the case here. But then, what was wrong? Perhaps she was just shy? And why did she seem so sad? Where was Brightflame? Questions whirled through the apprentice's head. Completely uninformed on the matter of Brightflame's death, the apprentice blatantly asked a few questions, unaware of how they'd affect the kit. He had no idea they were likely the root of the small she-kit's sadness.
"Look... it seems kinda like you don't want to talk much... but don't worry. I'm nice. I promise I won't bite. Aren't you Emberkit and Cinderkit's sister? Where are your siblings? And your mother?"