[bailu]

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Lynxmoon

Lynxmoon told herself that everything was fine
It probably was. But something nagged at the back of her mind as she headed out of camp. The warrior was bored at camp as there wasn't anything to do. It was sunhigh and even though the sun was high up in the sky, the air was frostbitten and cold.
She fluffed up her fur, hoping to warm herself, as she padded along, stopping for a rest at the Sunkissed Creek. Sitting down at the almost frozen banks, Lynxmoon sat, watching the small fish wriggling under the thin layer of ice that covered parts of the creek. She wondered how they tasted - probably slimy and gross, Lynxmoon thought. She didn't understand how RiverClan could eat these on a daily basis.