Bluefeather looked up. At last! Another cat! She wouldn't die here alone. Her nose and mouth were dry, and she hadn't eaten or drank anything in days.
H-hi. She croaked, hoping this other cat would get the message.
I'm B-bluefeather She turned her head, looking into his eyes, hoping her pain would stop.
heelpp. She whispered, her voice growing hoarse.
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ollie