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    The tabby was glad that the territory, which had been a complete and utter mess about a week ago, was now a lot more clean. Sure, there were bits and bobs all around but it was a major improvement. A whole lot of people were still stuck in medical though. Littlestar felt that heavy, heavy guilt. It was consistently there just as her anger was. Resting on her shoulders as her anger rested in her heart. Would she ever be rid of these two... emotions? Ever? Likely not but the tabby imagined a better, shinier world where they were both gone. Sometimes she liked the anger. But most of the time, it was a weight on her soul. Another chain keeping her down from being the greatest. The scarred apprentice decided it might be best for a little break. So she limped along to a flat rock sitting besides a nice trickling stream and lay down upon it. Weather hadn't been warm but her long fur allowed her to remain in nice temperatures despite the chilly-ish air. But she wouldn't sleep. She couldn't. Images of severed limbs and decapitated heads plagued her mind. But most of all the picture of the thorn wall exploding right in front of her. It continued to replay in her mind. Questions followed soon after; what if I'd been early? Would my head have been blown off in place of his? Would my other legs be gone? Would I be dead? And sometimes she wished... she wished she was.

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