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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 21:00:04 GMT -5
A tiny, glittering kit laid in the cold. Wind buffeted her silver fur, which made her mewl with fear. The little kit had somehow entered into the living world from StarClan, although she was alone now. She hoped that someone would find her soon and take her in for shelter. The little kit needed warmth to survive, and food.
The StarClan kit pricked her ears when she heard some bushes rustling. Was it the wind, she wondered, or someone finally coming to rescue her..?
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