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Interlude 0-1
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Swirling clouds encircle the summit of Star Reach, stirred as if by a breeze.
No wind blows here in StarClan. Frostcrest settles delicately beside the leader she had in life, curling her tail neatly over her paws.
“She’s hardly more than a kit, Pitchstar.”
“Moonpaw will not fall,” The old, dark bengal replies. His eyes are fixed unwaveringly on the churning, writhing clouds below him. Frostcrest’s gaze drifts to it. A blurry, rippled image of her son floats amidst the mist. He pads along a mountain trail, unaware that the eyes of StarClan are upon him.
Frostcrest’s face twitches, her whiskers tightening.
“After all,” Pitchstar continues, “she has her brother with her.”
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