Come on, come on
We can go away
We can go away
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Dewshine went to sleep curled up against Copperstorm as she always did, the two of them a tangled mess of limbs and tails that it made it almost impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. She expected to wake to the same walls of the warrior's den as always, giving faint protests when her mate inevitably rose first for his duties as Storm Guard.
Instead she opens her eyes to find herself in Fourtrees. Serene and alight with starlight at her paws. It was a far cry from the last time she'd been there.
"Hello...?" Her voice quivers, sounding more like a kit than a grown warrior as she looks around the clearing. Had she died? Sleepwalked all the way over here? How had she ended up-
The questions die in her mind as movement makes her turn, seeing another cat approach her and briefly Dewshine recoils in disbelief.
"Flint...? Is that really you..?"
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We Don't Need Them
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DEWSHINE
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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