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Marigold giggled softly, then forced a serious expression on her face. Which, for a cat of seven moons, was pretty hard sometimes. ¨Now Leaf, lay on your side so I can dress that wound on your belly.¨ She had noticed something about Death, the cat was more merciful... if that could ever be called ¨merciful¨. She suspected something was up, escpecially the way Claw had treated his companion. Perhaps...
She shook her head. Now was not the time to theorize.