Nightwhisper flicked his tail in response to his apprentice, showing that he heard. He then padded slowly towards his kit, glancing at Sparkpelt. "You shouldn't be over here, little one.."
(let's just say that they're kits forever lol)
Sparkpelt made a small noise of grief, nosing Bluesoul's shoulder. His sadness combated his disbelief in Starclan, making him feel worse. "Not fair.."














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