Withered/Eight

insert poem here lol

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"Sweetfeather! Look what I've found!" Autumnbreeze hisses suddenly.

Curiously, I follow her.

A half-dozen or so birds are in a nest high in a tree.

"Whoa," I whisper. "That's a hunting jackpot."

"Some cat needs to go get it. Autumnbreeze points out.

She starts towards the tree.

"No, Autumnbreeze. I'll go." I shove her aside.

I won't let her get hurt.

"What are you doing, Sweetfeather? You'll kill yourself!"

Unfortunately, Autumnbreeze recovered from her wound fast.