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“Don’t you know how I feel about you? And how much I hate myself for feeling that way about another cat so soon after Feathertail’s death? I loved her, I really did! How can I love you too?”

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Book:Starlight
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Starlight

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Erin Hunter
Erin Hunter

Erin Hunter is a renowned children's literature author, best known for her 'Warriors' series. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination and emotional depth, captivating a wide audience. more

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