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A light burning and tickling sensation started at the back of Cloudfeather's throat. The white tom started to feel his chest tighten, a sudden sense of fear setting in with realization. He looked down, Nests lined his den, in each of them, a cat with a fit of coughs like he had never witnessed. Stumpynose's gray flank rose and fell so slowly, the elder's breaths more shallow with each gasp for air. He stood over the old warrior. Her short snout fell, resting on the plucked heather bedding. Her flank fell still. Cloudfeather's jaws clasped so hard, it felt his teeth might shatter. "Rest in StarClan, mother." The blind medicine cat shook himself. "Hawkpaw," he called to the back of the den, his voice rasped and tone dead. "Tell the diggers to prepare another burial."
He stepped over Stumpynose's body gently, tail brushing her still warm body as he made his way to Brightstorm. The tom sat down, though stayed silent. The ginger-and-white she-cat lifted her head wearily. "How's mother?" She asked. Her voice was weak.
Cloudfeather was numb, unable to believe what had just happened. He had seen so much death in his life, but now, that everyone he loved was dropping like flies around him, he was losing himself. The tom barely displayed any emotions. "She's fine," the tom lied. "Just focus on getting better for Foxpaw. She'll be a warrior soon." The tom glanced over his shoulder. Through the darkness, he could see the figure of Coalbreeze sprawled out onto his own nest. You were put back in here too soon.
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Foxpaw let out a grunt as she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The she-cat let out an annoyed groan. "Okay, okay," the she-cat rolled onto her paws again. "Do I have to do this, Jumpwing?"
The tom nodded in response. "Yes, actually, you do. Stoneheart is recovering, so you'll need to train with us until he's better." The tom glanced at Doepaw, and then Foxpaw. "But you both worked hard today. We can stop if you'd like."
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