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Sweetwing looked from Whitepaw to me before sighing. "Stagpaw, it's so cold and much too dangerous." She sounded like my mother. "I— You—I mean, you just can't," Sweetwing stumbled over her words as if she was afraid I'd bite her ears off.

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