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Willowfern
Juniperclaw leaned down and studied the yellow flower. After a moment he leaned up again.
"... will I be expected to bring marigold back often?" he asked, softly.
"Like prey?"
He looked up, and the stream. His whiskers twitched.
"... is it dangerous to fish here?" he meows.
"... will the Clan not appreciate fish in the fresh-kill pile?"