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    The young flame point let her paws carry her to a bundle of herbs nearby. She hadn't been herb hunting in a while. In fact, Swanpaw hadn't been herb hunting at all. The she-cat picked up some marigold and burdock root before going back to her pile. She had kept a pile near a large tree so she didn't have to drag the herbs along with her on her expedition. Letting her blue eyes rest on her big pile, she sighed in relief that she was finally done. Sitting down by the pile, she decided to eat the thrush she had delicately sent to it's grave.