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Waking up in the morning was never easy, but forcing her eyes open when the entire world seemed to have shrunk to her hunger pangs made Dapplelight wish she could have slept just a little longer. She suppressed a tiny moan and opened her eyes. The startling sight of Swallowtail sitting up, her eyes wide open and her expression frozen in stony fury woke up the pale cat very fast. Something about Swallowtail’s expression set her fur on end, and she opened her mouth, heart hammering with worry. “Swallowtail, what’s-“
Dapplelight followed Swallowtail’s gaze to Thistlefur. The old she-cat was still asleep, completely motionless. Dapplelight frowned, glancing between her friends, but Swallowtail was refusing to meet her eye, her gaze entirely fixed on Thistlefur, claws digging into the dirt. Dapplelight swallowed nervously, turning back to the russet she-cat. She was lying so still. Almost as if…
“… Thistlefur?” Dapplelight mewed, stomach feeling as if it had plunged into the bowels of the earth as she pressed a paw to her friend’s chest nervously. The stubborn old cat had brought in so much prey lately, but had taken barely any for herself. There was absolutely no movement from Thistlefur, no steady rise and fall of breath. Dapplelight called her again, more urgently, panic and grief rising until it spilled out of her in a wordless yowl, barely registering Swallowtail turning away, the only movement in the den aside from Dapplelight’s own.
Thistlefur was gone.
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