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| - Wind blew around the brown tabby in gusts, but she barely felt it. She had heard it. He thought she hadn't, but she had. And she wasn't sure what to make of it. Eight little words, yet each like a small candle, bringing new hope to what she had chalked up as a failure of a life. "I won't forget you," she whispered softly. "I wish I could come with you, but if not... you'll be in my heart. Know that, at least." Eight words. "Good bye Jingostar. May StarClan light your path."
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| - Wind blew around the brown tabby in gusts, but she barely felt it. She had heard it. He thought she hadn't, but she had. And she wasn't sure what to make of it. Eight little words, yet each like a small candle, bringing new hope to what she had chalked up as a failure of a life. "I won't forget you," she whispered softly. "I wish I could come with you, but if not... you'll be in my heart. Know that, at least." She blinked away the tears that clung to her lashes persistantly. Then, slowly, her head lifted, as did her tail. She was strong. For them. For Speckle, the kits, Hussar, Pod, Fritz, and... for Flower and Pepper too. She didn't believe in the Clan's StarClan, but she was sure her friends were somewhere out there, looking down on her, watching over her. As she slipped through the hole and the Twoleg nest, her home, came into view, the familiar sights and sounds of her life came back to her. It wasn't the Twoleg nest she had dreamed about as a kit, but, she thought, as Hussar's face appeared and she heard him announcing her arrival to the others, it was good enough for her. Eight words. "Good bye Jingostar. May StarClan light your path."
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