"Hello." Marshpelt stood and dipped his head respectfully. "Good hunting?" he meowed politely, gesturing to the fresh-kill pile.
"So Shadestripes," Nightfire padded next to her friend. "Who do you like?" She grinned. Nightfeather fell behind the two she-cats. He wasn't sure he wanted to be involved in their conversation. Who knew where it would lead?








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