mini-chapter 4 > the wrong target

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i keep killing the wrong one. they all look like him.

i snap twigs for practice. i won't let him escape my grip this time i see his dappled coat.

why would they bury me in this dreadful place? i want out. it's not where i belong anymore, on the old territory. i belong on russetstar's territory.

i don't even see poppybloom, but i want to.

if i ever see that tom, he is dead.

like a twig, he will snap.

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