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Loinstar  POV
I stood in the clearing as he could hear cries of angina as my mate, gingerpelt beared my  kits. Suddenly the crying stopped. I became worried and push into the medice cat den. There was a small russet tom laying. Then a small light ginger she-cat. I saw the large orange tabby she-cat and asked , "Which ones the heir? Which ones the oldest?" I asked. Gingerpelt smiled and pointed her nose to the smallest kit; the tom. "Birchkit."
"But...but he's so tiny...How?"
"Great things came in small packages Loinstar. My house folk said that when I lived with them."
"I guess so."

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⏰ Last updated: May 07, 2016 ⏰

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