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"Don't go too far!" Shiverstar warns her excited kits, smiling as they scamper over fallen leaves, little paws crunching the fragile things.
Ravenflight laughs softly, "they'll be fine, we're right behind them."
This feels right, Shiverstar smiles. In the blink of an eye her perfect little world is uprooted, tossed to the whims of a violent wind. Ravenflight is dead; gutted. Fernkit's spine is snapped into an almost perfect angle. Reedkit won't be seeing or smelling or eating through his shattered head anymore. Hailkit's breathing rattles through punctured lungs, blood pooling from the place where the sharp branch entered his soft body.
Third time is not the charm.
