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I’ll burn the stars. Flamepaw curses the sky as he skids across the wet earth. Jumping to his paws, he spits. The tortoishell standing across the clearing seems unimpressed. Her thick fur forms an inpenatable armor around her. Flamepaw knows. He’s tried. “Pathetic,” she snorts, “What warrior will you be if you fall so easily?” Grinding his teeth, Flamepaw’s tail lashes. How can this blunt warrior be his mother? As his mentor, she’s even more distant. As he grows, she loses interest. Is nothing he does enough for her? “Again!” she orders. With a yowl, Flamepaw throws himself at her. S