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Churchpaw stood, a bleak expression displayed upon her maw. The day had been lovely before; birds were singing, flowers of all colors blooming everywhere. But of course, nothing ever was perfect. No, on this wonderful day, her mentor had been killed, as if she wasn't already grief-stricken and hurt at Gwendolyn's denial. The chocolate smoke couldn't approve of the honorguard's decisions after that incident; drinking was never the solution to something like that. Ah, but she was still sorrowful at the mention of Deadwonderland's name, and a well-known character such as herself deserved a proper funeral.
And here she was.
Closing her eyes and bowing her head down to the lifeless corpse, she whispered a quiet prayer under her breath. Soon the vigil would commence, and soon she would be forced to speak those very words, the ones that Churchpaw had always dreaded.
Today, we have lost a great member of WindClan.