"Good boy," Morningstar cooes. "Laugh it off." Strongclaw could laugh anything off. Nothing escapes his humour. He could make a joke, no matter what. He's damn hilarious. But he's at a loss, staring at her body as she coughs out her life, gives him this faint and gruesome smile. Why is she smiling? Did he make a joke? But he didn't. His mother breathes down his shoulder. This isn't funny. He wants to take it back. Let him take it back, please; she's the only thing he loves, oh, StarClan.
Morningstar laughs merrily, whimsically. Strongclaw vowes he'll never laugh again.
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