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"Gosh- it uh…" he smiled, "makes you look shorthaired when your head fur is all wet."

The deputy held no illusions that things would always be peaceful. When she was long gone, cats would find reasons to unsheathe their claws. Her life, in large part, would likely be forgotten. But if she could change one thing in the history of the clans, she wanted it to be this. Even if her name was lost to time, she hoped that a neutral Little Pond could remain as an echo of everything she'd ever fought for. Of what Wildsong had died fighting for.