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    A tired growl rose in Heatherbloom's throat as the makeshift den collapsed for the third time. She just wanted a place to store the herbs that Cowspots had given them, one that wasn't in the cracks of Sunnungrocks where the river could make them rot. She didn't even know why she cared so much about these herbs, considering that she only knew feverfew out of what they'd been given.


    With a sigh, the long-legged she-cat dropped down and glared at the brittle twigs. She hadn't moved the herbs yet for this exact reason, and as a few of the snapped pieces floated away she was glad. Mousebrained fire in mousebrained leafbare. She wasn't even sure why she cared so much, aside from the fact that these herbs needed to stay edible to be of any use to her starving Clan.


    "Can't this happen to another Clan next leafbare, and not us for once?" She hissed, plaintive eyes staring accusingly at the sky. She stood up, sighed, and went to try again.

    Growling ruptured your snoozing, and your head shot up expecting NPCbriar to be about to claw the life from you. But as your eyes opened, you didn’t see him anywhere, thank the stars. You gaze around to find the female from earlier glaring at the sky, as a few pieces of some contraption she’d been making floating away from.


    You heave to your paws and pad over curious.