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i don't know what's going on with the title nor will i ever know
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Guiltypaw crouched down next to a river, hidden in the shadows before striking his paw against the water. It came up empty. The tom hadn't been the best at fishing, and with his mentor stuck in a squirrel's body, it was getting to the point where he had to do most of the training by self-teaching. Aiming to strike again, Guiltypaw caught a small fish, which was better than nothing.
