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Roseheart delicately licked at her paw, pondering the possibilities of the day. Her stomach tinged with hunger, and her eyes flicked to the fresh-kill pile. Arching her back in a stretch, she walked over to the pile, skirted around it, and decided she might as well contribute to the pile before taking anything. Roseheart swished her fluffy tail through the air as she exited the camp, set on killing a chipmunk or a mouse.