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    Butter felt awful. She was in the nursery, where a few NPC Clanmates had made a nest for her. She could be expecting any day now, and that worried her. She had never had kids before, and considering her wacky past...no. She couldn't dwell on that now.


    She sighed, toying with a stick. Her belly wasn't bulged out, but it was growing--sometimes the white she-cat felt like it was growing every day.
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    Buzzardwing had been spending most of his time outside of camp and within WindClan's territory. He hadn't bothered to learn where any of the dens were or what they were for that matter. He'd even been sleeping out in the territory since he somewhat figured he was an outcast for not being a clan born cat, maybe joining one of them had been a mistake.


    The tall black tabby slowly appeared in camp with a mouse in his jaws. A few NPCs looked at him weird, clearly assuming that someone had caught the prey for him instead of realizing he'd done it himself. He was used to being singled out for being blind, but coming from clan cats made his blood boil.
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