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Dusty bells.
As dawn broke in the pine forest, a slender bronze silhouette emerged from the warrior’s den. Leopardstrike scanned the clearing with frigid amber eyes, tail flicking lightly. She had to admit she had been reluctantly impressed by Parsleypaw’s keenness for combat, but wondered if the apprentice would hold up in hunting practice, where silence and patience were required.
“Parsleypaw, it’s time.” She called curtly.