[Tundra]

[Fern is green, Rose is red for me]

Trickletuft took a bite of a mouse. I wonder if anyone want to go hunting. He thought to himself. Maybe even border patrols.

When the warrior had finished his small meal he buried the bones an remains. Trickletuft then sat up and began grooming his fur.
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Hazelfeather padded in circles around the den. She didn’t understand why she was a prisoner. What had she one wrong? The young warrior couldn’t help but begin to tear apart some of the den. She nearly tore down a wall before she got tired. Hazelfeather sat down and glared outside of the den.
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