Mist was born in spring and had fun with her littermates socks and mittens, who loved her lots. at the age of 3, she got horribly lost. And soon enough she met wild cats who needed a strong leader. she accepted the challenge and fought the war against the dogs. when,in the middle of a harsh dog attack, her youngest kit disapearred, the tracked her tiny paw prints down to the dog camp. the alpha was about to death-swipe her kit when she took the deadly blow and died a good and most loved cat, just like she wanted.
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