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Darkfire nodded slowly. "That sounds nice." He often did the same thing, only he preferred to do it around others. It was much more exciting to observe everyone around him in his opinion. "For fun? Well, I train I suppose, and hunt near the creek." She was very similar to him, he could tell they'd get along well.
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Frostpaw finally quit running in anger and spun around to find her brother standing there,” of course Buckbranch sent you after me...he thinks I am some danger to the clan, can you believe that. I was doing the job he forced me to take on correctly, he just doesn’t know enough about herbs to trust me!” she growled, a slight amount of smoke starting to come of her fur again.

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Frostpaw gave a loud huff, how can he even suggest Buckbranch is in the right here! she thought,” Fine.” she meowed” So Dawnfern had an infection in her shoulder, and I needed to get rid of the infection, so I decided to clean the infection, I had seen a twoleg fire in the territory and took Dawnfern over to it, I had her put the infection in the fire for a couple seconds before I was could apply the treatment to keep it from getting infected and treat the minor burn, Buckbranch stormed in and screamed at me. I later finished treating Dawnfern’s wound in the den, but just because Buckbranch is twitchy about fire, he decides to demote me! Can you believe that!” she meowed almost shouting as her fur continued to smoke.

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Cedarleaf padded to the weeping willow, looking for a place to relax. It'd been a bit since the fox attacked, but she was still nervous. And Sunripple and Brightpaw seemed fine. She laid down under the tree's swaying branches that the sunlight filtered through, watching the clouds slowly pass by. It was calming. Even though the weather was cold, and there was a fox and a family of coyotes in the territory, and there were so many other things to worry about. But all she could think of was what the birds might be singing about. It seemed so cheery here, even though she couldn't hear a thing. But she could imagine it. The leaves rustling, a small breeze whistling in her ears, prey shuffling though the undergrowth... There were cats that took the ability to hear for granted, and Cedarleaf had been one of those cats, until her accident. But she wasn't thinking of that right in that moment. She was drifting slowly into sleep.