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IC:
Mousestar sat outside of his den, the dawn strengthening. The autumn breeze rustled through camp, ruffling his fur.
Windfeather awoke, yawning. She stepped pass the other warriors in the den, padding out through the small entrance.
Frostpaw was already at the fresh-kill pile, dragging out a vole. She rolled her eyes as she set it down padding towards the apprentices den. She smiles when she sees Flamepaw, Fogpaw, and Angelpaw. "Wake up!" she yowls.
Flamepaw blinks awake, jumping to his paws. The slightly smaller apprentice tom narrows his eyes. "What was that for?" he asks his sister, playfulness in his voice.