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Opening her eyes to sunlight filtering into the den, Scarletpaw was awakened by the call of birds. It was dawn, and she was somewhat hungry, feeling the slight pang of hunger in her belly. Standing, she hastily cleaned her ruffled fur, before heading out of the den. Greenleaf was in full bloom, so the fresh kill pile was well stocked. Choosing a mouse, she settled down in a patch of sunlight to enjoy her breakfast.
Thornstreak, having already awakened, was giving his fur a thorough wash. He was just outside the leader's den, awaiting his leader/mate's appearance.
