CrossedFire was sprinting towards the barn, it was storming, making the tunnels overfill with water and everyone had made it out, but CrossedFire was holding WendigoKit as he slipped from how wet the groound was, dropping WendigoKit as a fox sprinted by, grasping WendigoKit in its jaws tightly, snapping her ribcage as her body went limp. CrossedFire sat there on the ground, his eyes filled with tears, Wendigo wass his own kit, after all. He knew ClatteredPebbles would grieve her death too....
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