[goddess of ducks]

Cliff heart limped along. His pale tan coat glimmered in the sunlight. It may be leafbare, but his pelt always seemed to shine and keep out the heat. For green leaf he was fine, his thin pelt helping his to stay cool. But now that it was time for leaf bare again, he found himself growing cold at night and his twisted paw growing stiff with the cold. The tom cat trudged along trying his best to stay in the middle of the group. He had heard the cats, listened to the story that Grousestar had told. His interest had been sparked for the other Ckans. He himself had no extreme fears of the new cats, just curiosity. But now it was time to help.
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