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  • "That's good," mewed Feathershine, "Just try to forget about that cat." She glanced at the forest, "I'm going to get some herbs now." She didn't need to tell Mapleleaf that, but she felt that she would be suspicious of she went into the forest without explaining why.

  • Feathershine smiled and padded into the forest. As soon as she was out of sight she broke into a run, and didn't stop until she had reached the secret clearing where Lionsoul was. "Sorry, got held up," she explained to him.


    Lionsoul smiled, "It's OK." He licked her ear affectionately.

  • stonepelt enters camp with 2 voles and a rabbit from his hunting trip " why good morning robinstar" stonepelt said after puting the fresh kill in the pile

  • Featherbloom sauntered out of the Warrior den-making sure her fur is fluffed up and ready for the day(and stonepelt).

  • Whitefoot felt alone in the clan, *Am I the only one without a mate?* she thought bitterly then lightly shook her head and got up, *I don't need a mate...* she then padded over to her favorite bush and sat down there.

  • Featherbloom saw Stonepelt head out for a patrol - without her... "Hey Stonepelt! Mind if I come with you?" She asked, her pretty eyelashes batting back and forth.

  • Whitefoot sat there by herself then suddenly bounded out of camp with no warning she nearly knocked over Stonepelt, but managed to run past him and into the forest. She was giving off a faint scent which carried sadness, but she didn't stop running until she stopped near a cliff where she lay down on her belly.

  • "uh...I'll talk to you later, Stonepelt. I'm going to go talk to white foot."

  • Whitefoot lashed her tail from side to side as she looked off into the distance. Right now she was positive... she wanted to be left alone and away from any other cats.

  • Featherbloom trotted gracefully (as always) over to the sheer cliff Whitefoot was resting on. "Whitefoot? You okay? What's wrong?"