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The ginger warrior padded over to the Fresh Kill Pile, and picked out a juicy vole. He took it back to the Warriors den, eating it peacefully. He gazed off into the rising sun, sending dapples of reds scattering across the grass, casting long shadows
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He sat in a tree, his tail curled around the branch. His ears twitched as the sounds of the forest rang through them. His greeny-yellow eyes scanned the ground in search of prey.
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The pretty shecat lay asleep in the Warriors den, her furry chest rising with each breath she took. Her tail twitched happily as she dreamed, but was interrupted by a loud hiccup. She jumped as she went carreering into reality, staring at the mossy walls of her den.
















