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Fennelsnarl nodded," That's beautiful. Dunedrift don't try to interfear midway unless you want her to be in pain for her last moments." She carefully unsheathed a claw and found the spot on the neck she quickly stuck her paw in, knowing know Sandpaw couldn't feel, smell, see, or speak anymore.
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Dunedrift suddenly fell to the ground as if attacked, eyes tightly shut.
A pale grey she-cat walked in front of him. "If I ever had a kit, I'd call her Sand. After the beach, and you... But Beachkit would be terrible if a cat had too much of an accent."
"Rain... Rain, where are you?"
She's gone, Dunedrift. Gone.
A small kit in the nursery meowed, "Sand" to him.
"She looks kinda like you."
"Sandpaw!" Dunediftleapt forward. "Oh, no..."