by lacke » Fri Jan 20, 2012 12:35 pm
Sheershadow took a breath, and closed his eyes, trotting out of camp.
Crowpelt angeled his ears at the fresh kill pile, hearing it topple, but thought it was a clumsy cat. He flicked the bettle off his paw, purring.
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