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    Softstep plopped the fresh-kill onto the pile, satisfied with his work. Sure, it had only been a couple of mice, but such plump mice were rare in leaf-bare. His ears were perked to the sounds of his clan - as they often were. It was a nice change from the subtle dislike most harbored for him. The tom could almost imagine that they didn't look at him with narrowed eyes.


    Sighing at such a thought, he flicked his tail absentmindedly. Softstep sat down to observe the bustle of the camp and the daily duties his fellow clanmates pursued. He was getting a well-deserved break.


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    Softstep's eyes widened at the sudden weight and he let out a startled mew. His panic faded quickly as he realized how light it was. He looked over his shoulder with large yellow eyes. "What are you doing?" The meow didn't reek of agitation, but rather dripped of the fear he'd previously felt. The warrior hadn't expected a kit to leap onto his back, but he did expect to be hearing about himself getting frightened by a kit for at least another moon.


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