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Hazelshell has been studying the same piece of grass for a few minutes now though she had zero idea why. She tore her gaze from it to notice Crowface trying to sleep. She watched in slight amusement as the tom failed and when he sat up again she decided to talk to him. The dark grey tabby walked up to him, friendliness sparkling in hazel eyes. “Hello,” she greeted him simply.