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The starry pelted priests looks down from the sky, mumbling to one another. It was as if they sat on a glass shield, separating them from the living. They looked through it, carefully examining all that was occurring.

"Hazesong, she is not fulfilling the prophecy... Have you told your son wrong?"

The now pale, almost luminescent, she-cat smiled nonchalantly but she would reply back with an offended tone, "Windhowl, you know I never lie..." But then she seemed playful and nostalgic, "I couldn't even as a mischievous trainee."

The masculine feline smiled back for a moment but spoke with a serious tone, "I know, Hazy, but surely she must already be training if she will be of help?"

"Believe me, she will be a healer. But it will take time, time we cannot comprehend in this serene  world."

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