[MockingRabbit]

Harefire padded after Thrushfur, shaking his paws after every step to keep the blood circulation going. Slow progress. The brown-and-orange warrior was very concourse of having a new leader, and no deputy. There would only be two deputies sitting under the great rock tonight, assuming nothing had happened in any of the other clans. Sweeping away a clear patch on the ground, then sitting there. He noted, with an apprentice-like glee, that ThunderClan was the first clan to arrive. It was silly, like selecting the plumper of two mice in a rich newleaf. Only gave a temporary satisfaction and then was forgotten about moments later.
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