The dark gray feline took slow, steady steps across the land. Flintpaw wasn't sure what to do in the cemetery. Murmur thanks? Pray? She kept quiet as she looked around. The simple arrangement of a stone slab next to a dirt mound repeated itself across the graveyard. The student couldn't read, and couldn't have told you whether there were markings on the stones or not. She just deemed them indications for the various bodies buried below.
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