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Starpaw trotted across the clearing to a rock, a plump mouse held in her small jaws. The white little dots across her fur had grown slightly in the last moon or so, becoming more visible and brighter. Her gaze drifted to the Medicine Den as she sat down, curling her tail up and tucking her paws underneath her, placing the mouse down. Sadness rose up in her, a lump in her throat beginning to grow; Wheatfur, a cat she had come to love and cherish like a father had perished in the recent Gathering, which she had missed. One of her best friends, Caliapaw, was now stuck with a job that she hardly knew how to carry out, having to grow up probably much more than she needed. To Starpaw, it was heartbreaking. Taking a bite out of the mouse, she flicked her starry gaze over to the large boulder in the center of the clearing where Snowstar called clan meetings, her eyes murky with many emotions. She did not enjoy the tension between ThunderClan and WindClan; she wanted it to go away, disappear and never return. The molly heaved a quiet sigh before ducking her head down to take another bite.

(Sorry for the messy quality, I'm tired and rushing this so I can get to the dishes.)
@Lonestar23