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I cough, and it burns my throat. Nearby is the camp. I didn't stray far. Achingly, I go back to camp, taking a raspy breath with each step.
Starclan is calling me! I can hear their calls, but I have to see my camp before I accept their offer. I've been hiding this silly cough for moons, but now there is no way to control it. Finally, I'm at the front of the camp. I collapse, coughing as I fall. Slowly, my vision fades. I hear Ravenfoot's beautiful voice. "You're here at least my love." Slowly, I stand up. No more do I feel the ache of age, but feel like as if I'm in my youth. For now, I have to travel to Starclan. But Ravenfoot is here with me. I can see her, she is more beautiful then ever with the stars clinging to her fur. When she smiles, I smile back. I'm here.
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