Feathers started to slowly walk to the small dip in the earth, not going any faster than the she-cat. "Well, I wanted to find a proper den." He said, glancing down at her. He examined the cobweb that covered her wounds. "If you'd rather just stay here until you're a little stronger, that's fine." He looked from her to the tree, which was getting nearer. "Of course I'll stay. I'm not going to leave you for the crows."
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Greece padded from the bush he'd eaten and taken a nap in. He stretched, his dark pelt blending into the shadows. He let out a yawn, then sat down to groom his pelt. He licked at his tabby fur until it was clean and free of leaves and dirt. Then he got to his paws and started off into the forest again.
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A ball of short white fur was curled up where a branch met the trunk of a tall pine. With the scent all around her, Ricket had fallen asleep peacefully. Now, with her tail over her nose, she dreamed about when she was a kit. Her sisters and brother all play fighting, tumbling over eachother. Their mother watching with a smile.
She woke quickly at the loud sound of a branch falling, and saw to squirrels scampering around the tree trunk higher up. Ricket frowned and laid her head back down, watching the fluffy-tailed animals chase eachother.