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Originally Posted by Slash-GNR
Whitefoot stirred in her nest as she twitched her ears toward the sound of a moving warrior. She would flex her claws as she slowly opened her eyes. Green orbs could be seen in the barley lit room. The older she-cat would lift herself up as she realized the time of day. Whitefoot sighed as she padded outside the warrior's den. Looking around, the female would sit down a few feet away from the den and lick her paw, then rub it over her ear. She then blinked as she watched the rest of the clan continue on his or her day.
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GeoStorm then took his prey and padded bacm towards Whitefoot. "Hey, Whitefoot! How are you doing this morning?" GeoStorm asked. He was tired of standing, so he sat down next to her.