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"Was it... scary?" A prickling pelt struggled to remain flat from nauseating unease. The lone sight of his cracked pad made him shudder, but the silence from Tigerfoot was stifling, and the tom could think of no other topic than what was shrouding his dreams at night. Coffeestar slipping through their whiskers like drops of rainfall. Meadowlark leaving Tigerfoot to protect SkyClan's health now, set to be responsible for so many on their new perilous task.
Was it theirs, though? Fujimoto still tossed and turned about what decision to make. If he should end up like Meadowlark, or be brave and persevere as his vow had told. "Talking to them- the stars. Do they get mad?" Fujimoto had never heard of StarClan acting in wrath before, not in any folklore outside of kitten tales from his days of shadowing Flowercloud. He wondered, though, how would cats like Tigerfoot and Hawkstar maintain their connection away from the canyon?
"I don't know if I should be scared or... I don't know. I think I am scared. I wish the stars could tell me I'm ready." It is a selfish want, to be given all the answers on what to do. He hated guessing himself, the cats he put so much faith in, if they were truly doing what was best.
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