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Post by Kestrelfrost on Apr 18, 2012 22:52:45 GMT -5
The sun of newleaf was getting stronger as it rose over the gorge that Skyclan made their home in. A small queen with a tortoise-shell pelt walked out of a small cave a bit away from the rest and stretched her hind legs. Blinking, she looked up at the dens of her clan mates and purred, "Newleaf is on time and the clan is catching more prey," She sighed, "where is Whitefeather? She should have been up moons ago. It's close to sun high!"
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