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Blazestrike trembled, as Windstrike's smell filled his nostrils. "StarClan will help her." He whispered. The orange tom only watched as Windstrike padded forward with Rubykit, laying by Coldpelt's side and whispering encouragement.

Something snapped in the soon-to-be father's mind, and he whirled off and fetched a twig. "Bite down on this? Sandfeather, can I get some herbs or something?"