Re: Asfrid's den of motherly care. (VM to join.)
Maplekit came to encased in a warm cocoon of fur. She yawned and wondered if the whole running-away-from-WindClan-thing had been a dream. Oh she had been stupid, very stupid. She stretched her leg and felt a faint pang of pain. She looked down and saw the clotted wound. Oh StarClan, so it hadn't been a dream. She looked up at the queen and murmured "What's your name?" before suckling some milk.
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