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Bliss Girl
The patrol finally padded into camp, exhausted, battered, wounded. Between them they carried the body of a dead fox. Hailstorm helped yank it into the center of the clearing for all to see. Their troubles were over. Well, their fox-related troubles, anyways.
"Let's hope there aren't any more," She muttered between gasps for breath. She didn't know if she could do this a second time. She looked at Sparrowprowl, as he was the leader for this patrol, to see if anything else was needed of her.