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Post by SwiftClaw on Apr 11, 2010 14:23:25 GMT -8
A black and brown she-cat pads steadily out of the warriors den in shadowclan camp, the wind blowing her fur everywhere. Her head looked in all directions for she appeared to be the first one up. "Aww mouse-dung, I'm always the first up!" She spat as she quickly made her way to the fresh kill pile. She took a plump thrush and wolfed it down in a couple of bites.
"Ahhh..." The she-cat yawned as she stretched in the sunlight. More cats finally stepped out of their dens in the shimmering sunlight. The she-cat twitched her tail irritably as kits tumbled past her, their mothers watching. She quickly got up and made her way around the fighting kits and swiftly ran to a spot in a pile of soft leaves where she lay down comfortably.
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