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Mocked by man to depths of shame
Little girl with life ahead.
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The scent of Windclan hit the weary female. Home. Finally home. Reaching the boarder, well, it sparked fire. The heavily pregnant female raced across the moor. Life filling her again. Oh, but much had changed for her. Many would see that soon enough. Barreling into camp at top speed, she soon skidded to a hault. Many NPC warriors, apprentices, and kits had froze. Queens shieldin their young and ushering them away. Whispers starting.
For, you see, Gunshower was scarred. A huge and ugly pink scar crossed her left eye. That eye itself was gone. Never to gleam with pride or happiness. She was half blind and smelled like Riverclan. But they hadn't hurt her. No. They had saved her life.
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