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Birchstar delivered what he promised. Our territory was split in two, with me being the only cat allowed to cross.

Two more cats died in our old camp, out of many that still struggled to survive there. They were barely able to feed themselves, kits starved at their mother's sick bellies.

Birchstar lost four more lives. He was a walking rag of bones.

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