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I watched as my mother, my mentor and Branchpaw grieved for me. My mother looked as though she was faking it. Swantail and Branchpaw were actually grieving. The other cats faked sadness but I knew they were celebrating. On the outside, they were "grieving" and "upset," but on the inside they were like, "No more poison!" and, "No more walking disasters!"

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