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Thistletail sighed. Analyzing the situation even more was just going to fire her up. Continuing the task at paw, she dug a hole and buried the unfortunate rabbit. If only she could bury this situation that's been buzzing in her mind like a nest of wasps. Of course, wasps lead her train of thought to how bees essentially do the same thing as wasps, but are nicer to cats. Then bees made her think of her sister, Beesong.
Beesong was the safest place for Thistletail to confide all her worries in. It always helped but this was one thing she could not trust her sister with. Beesong was so bias