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 "A deep, ragged breath escaped Thrushspots' gaping mouth. Her flanks heaved as her blue, icy eyes, that were now dull and forlorn met Drakepaw's golden ones. 'Brother,' she gasped, 'I'm so sorry. Help take care of Brookkit for me. I can't hold on any longer.' 

'Don't go,' mewed Drakepaw through his sobs, 'OrchidClan still needs you.' It was too late. Thrushspots's head slowly slumped to the ground and her whiskers twitched for the last time. The black Tom's ears drooped. He could hardly believe his sister was gone."

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