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Originally Posted by Mimic
Tuftail grudgingly pulled herself out of the realm of sleep, and stepped out of her nest. After licking her paw and running it over her ears tuftail padded out of the warrior's den. She went and grabbed a plump vole out of the fresh-kill pile to give to the elders. While on the way to the elder's den she heard her stomach growl and thought 'I should grab one for myself afterwards'. She dropped the vole in the elder's den receiving a "thank you" from an elder.
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Earthpaw trotted out of the apprentice den, flicking his ears. The sky was grey. He expected rain. The vine on his tail tightened slightly.