No matter where you go in the camp though, the haunting feeling lingers and eventually you turn gaze to the looming specter.

The Breezerock.

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You almost know why this was what brought you back to this camp, this old burn scorched stone, and the realization that it'll bring. That doesnt make it any easier to come to grips with however.

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You stand at the base like you have so many times before and look up. Up to where Twilightstar always stood, up to the spot where Brindlejaw, Coyotesnarl, Breezefeather, Wolffang, and Fallownose sat. They were titans to you, gods chosen by the stars above the rest of the clan, someone different better and blessed. Cats unable to be wrong and without compare to you back then, and even now.

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But.... Well, youve been thinking a lot of late after the loss of Fallownose's and Wolffang's (your friend, stars it still ached) death. So....