[TheSongOfTheStars]

"Good night!" Draca called over her shoulder as she trotted outside of the circle of dens towards he own little burrow on the outskirts of the Clan camp.
She had asked specifically for this area for a reason: even though she loved clan life and spending time with her clan mates, she still enjoyed the quietness and feeling slightly removed from the hub of activity.
She ducked low into the earthen entrance and surveyed her sparse belongings proudly: a warm grass nest with bits of her own fur tucked in here and there took up most of the space in the small den; off to the side where a few sparkly stones she had found on her patrols, thrown in with the rocks where a couple pretty feathers she had also found, and hanging proudly on the wall was a carefully preserved thornbuck hide, her first ever catch in the Clan.
She sighed deeply as she curled into her bed, this was home now.
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