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    The she-cat pulled herself out of her den, her fur getting dirt and parts of moss on it. Her pink optics wandered around the area in habit. This is what she did daily, get up and admire the sounds and sights of the forest. The albino's ears twitched as a squirrel from a branch and onto another nearby. Looking up, she spotted the mammal on the tree's limb, and watched it.


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    [align=center]❝I'm forgotten, even by my father.❞


    SnowyOwl leaped out from hiding and killed the squirrel PaletteStar had been watching. She jumped when she noticed the leader and dropped the squirrel out of her jaws. "My apologies, PaletteStar, I was out on an early hunt." The deputy slid down from the tree and reached into a hollow, pulling out nine other pieces of prey. She shrugged. "I've been busy. Mind helping me take these back to camp?" SnowyOwl asked. The she-cat swayed her tail in question, her usually large eyes growing larger with curiosity of the leader's reply.

    "I don't mind at all," the she-cat mewed, walking over to the stack of prey. "better than taking three trips." The albino said, looking over at the pathway to the camp. She bent down and took a couple of prey from the stack.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]Meanwhile, Twistedrose had finally dragged herself out of her nest. She hadn't slept much that night, and she was more sore than usual. Flicking her cream ears, the mostly white she-cat would peek her head out of the exit of her den, before fully emerging. Camp seemed quieter than usual-- peaceful. That was good-- that meant she wouldn't have to run about healing others constantly.