Foxfire sat inside the warrior's den facing the corner, her head bowed low and her goldne hues drawn to a close, her large form trembling somewhat. With her tail curled around her paws, she mourned the dissapearance of her neice/apprentice, Mudpaw. How could Mudpaw just leave?! the flame coloed she-cat thought to herself. Why....? She was the only thing left of her mother I had! The thought of Sandfur made Foxfire want to cry out in pain. She had lost all she had cared for...her mate, her kits, her sister, and now her only surviving neice....Opening her hues slightly, she stared down at her paws. Now what am I going to do....?
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