"Move! Out of my way!" Nightsong could faintly hear Appleskies yowls. The aroma of yarrow drifted into her nose. The world spun before her eyes, the midnight she-cat could barely tell what was going on.
yarrow
a wrenching sound
a stench that could wake the dead
oh no
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