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Gallowstar stepped out of his den, blinking in the sunset. The clan was just waking up, he could see. Some warriors were starting to come out, so he leaped down to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a fat squirrel. The clan was eating well, too, he noted, though he was still worried about the cold weather that was beginning to set in.
Shallowgrass gingerly stepped out, shivering as she leaped down into the dew-laden moss. She began to groom her grey fur, fluffing it. After she was done, she looked around the camp, making her way over to where her leader, Gallowstar, was eating.