Hmkay!
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Hmkay!
Starpaw bowled into the tortishell.
“Who are you?!” Starpaw yowled.
“I am no one that you need to know.” The cat said, and tussled out of her grasp.
“Now follow me.” She said, and ran as fast as she could.
“Who are you?!” Starpaw yowled.
“I am no one that you need to know.” The cat said, and tussled out of her grasp.
“Now follow me.” She said, and ran as fast as she could.
Starpaw bowled into the tortishell.
“Who are you?!” Starpaw yowled.
“I am no one that you need to know.” The cat said, and tussled out of her grasp.
“Now follow me.” She said, and ran as fast as she could.
“Who are you?!” Starpaw yowled.
“I am no one that you need to know.” The cat said, and tussled out of her grasp.
“Now follow me.” She said, and ran as fast as she could.
Fawntail sat up, shaking the dust from her fur. "Sorry Dewpetal" she mewed, and glanced st Moon stars den. Her ears pricked up, trying to figure out if the Willowclan leader was resting in his den. "I need to tell moonstar something" she hissed to her sister under her breath. "Is he back yet from patrol?"
Fawntail sat up, shaking the dust from her fur. "Sorry Dewpetal" she mewed, and glanced st Moon stars den. Her ears pricked up, trying to figure out if the Willowclan leader was resting in his den. "I need to tell moonstar something" she hissed to her sister under her breath. "Is he back yet from patrol?"
 
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Dewpetal sat at the edge of the camp, grooming her paw. Glancing at the freshkill pile, she decided it wouldn't hurt to stock up. What if the rouges attacked them again. With a flick of her tail, she got up and padded out of camp. Tasting the air, she caught the faint scent of rabbit.
Dewpetal sat at the edge of the camp, grooming her paw. Glancing at the freshkill pile, she decided it wouldn't hurt to stock up. What if the rouges attacked them again. With a flick of her tail, she got up and padded out of camp. Tasting the air, she caught the faint scent of rabbit.
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