Singedust's Glory
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Surviving a storm was the first task of this small cat's big destiny. Easy, right? Wrong, Singekit is swept from her own den and thrown into the river, nicking her ear on a rock she was pulled onto the shore, hours later. Her body barely able to recover, she was just new to the world. She had no clue where her mother was, but her father looked guilty. Her life was forever changed from one. small. storm.
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