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Russetfur brushes up against Blackstar. “How did StarClan treat you?”
He grimaces.
“That bad?”
“They aren’t happy with us. With me. I don’t blame them.” He licks her cheek. “I should’ve listened.”
“I know. And I’ll be saying I told you so for the rest of our lives.”
“I deserve it.”
He looks absolutely exhausted, but Russetfur only sort of cares. He probably deserves at least this much, and it’s not like the whole Clan isn’t exhausted. They have so much to put together, and in so little time.
“I told the apprentices to get some sleep,” she says. “I’m not sure if they listened, but I figured they’d be better fresh than struggling through on no sleep. Warriors are on patrols, and I think everyone has had a bit to eat and some sleep by now.”
“What about you?” Blackstar looks her over. “You look as bad as me, and that’s impressive.”
“Some of us were taking care of the Clan, not getting a full night’s sleep.”
“And I’m back now. Go sleep — in my den. That’s an order.”













