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Her sister watches now from StarClan above, but Bluefur finds no comfort in that. The stars are too distant, too still. When she cranes her neck up to the night sky, she cannot imagine Snowfur (or Moonflower) in those silent lights.
She finds Snowfur in other ways, instead. She hears Snowfur in every kit coaxing a newborn littermate to come see the world outside; she sees her in the eager spring of Whitepaw's step when they go hunting. And one night, she purrs - for the first time in ages - and swears she could feel her sister's purr along her side.