Wolverinepaw son of Cougarstrike, is looking for friends!

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    "Do you guys think my father was bad?" he asked, feeling Foxpaw's tail on his shoulder.

    "He was a loving father," Retinalpaw meowed, also resting her tail on his shoulder.

    "He was. The evilness was a cover. I think there a good heart in him, he died protecting me." Wolverinepaw explained.

    Wolverinepaw watched him for a moment. "Retnailpaw, could you comfort him? I need to be alone with my brother."

    "Oh," Retinalpaw remarked. "I understand."
    Retinalpaw padded over to Foxpaw.

    As soon she was out of earshot, Wolverinepaw looked at the grave of Blizzardkit. "Remember when we would talk about being warriors, and pretend we were the leaders?" A tear dripped onto his brother's grave. There was a a tiny sprout in between the graves. The silver bengal looked at the plant.

    Foxpaw nodded. "Yeah. My mother was born sick and weak. She recieved special attention all her life. When she became pregnant, my father was nervous cause he knew that birthing would be too much for her. Well, he was right, She died a moon after our birth. Then my father was killed by a monster. My sisters, Flowerpaw and Rosepaw were killed by patrols from enemy clans on their first day of apprenticeship and my brother, Muddypaw, died from greencough. Their graves are over there." She pointed to another corner.

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