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It was spring in WindClan, as everyone knew by now, and Steamy was was enjoying the wonderful day. She enjoyed spring the most of the four seasons, for the flowers began to bloom, animals became more active, and it also started to warm up and act nice outside. Like today. It was a relatively normal day to say the least, and she hadn't realized anything off.
Until now.
As she was walking about camp, the tabby began thinking about some things, like her ever-favored thought about feather-summoning, aka summoning-things-with-feathers. Her mind stayed on that topic, and she soon found a feather in front of her. Finding this to be a coincidence, she smiled and picked it up happily, paying no mind to it.
However, as she began to think about other things, like flowers, they would appear before her like magic. Now becoming seriously concerned, she soon left the objects that appeared before her where they were conjured. Although, she couldn't help but be slightly curious about the ability, and she wondered if anyone else she knew had it...
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