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The tiny hazel furred she-cat let out an annoyed snort, glaring across the camp to her mother, and leader of her clan, Berrystar. Why do you always choose me for morning patrol, she thought with a small aggravated snarl, whisking her tail across the ground under her with tiny pawsteps. Following behind Snowfur, she raised her nose as she followed the white molly. Giving small, admiring glances to the warrior, she sighed under her breath. I wish I was as beautiful as her. Her light brown irises swam across her eyes to spot Graystrike, placed in front of the warrior's nesting den. Ah, If only I could approach him. One day, I'll be his mate. Troutpaw smiled quietly at her thoughts, picturing their kits and their life. I hope one day. I hope. After her and Snowfur passed the entrance to the camp clearing, she sat down silently, beginning to groom her matted fur once again. Fox-nose and Fallen-brain better get here soon, She said amusingly in her mind.
















