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"You shouldn't be out here, Puppetkit." Decembersnows meowed softly. Puppetkit. Her son had been called Puppetkit, but he was now Puppetpaw, and had chosen BloodClan over RiverClan. He had promised to come back one day, but he had yet to return. Blue eyes narrowing at the sight of the blood on Bramblepaws leg, Decembersnows turned aside and grabbed a mouth of moss then set it in front of the young healer. "You should fix that." She meowed. Everyone was sad over the death of Morningcoffee, but that didn't mean they should go around harming themselves out of grief. Decembersnows wouldn't allow it.