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Jaystar looked over the camp, her body crouched down on the cooled stone that held her small den. With the flick of an ear, she noticed her deputy, Smallheart. Standing up tiredly, she stretched before padding over. "Greetings, Smallheart." She stated calmly in a collected tone.
Daykit and Nightkit were sound asleep in the nursery, but Daykit stirred a bit.
Jaystar flicked her tail, sitting down near the fresh-kill pile and picking out a mouse. "We are going to have to get a hunting partorl out." She stated, motioning to the shrinking fresh-kill pile.
Daykit mewled, moving away from his sister. Looking around, he yawned before padding to the exit and cautiously peeking out.