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Megan
Whiteflash headed back into camp after a hunt. He had a pretty big catfish, a lucky catch. The large white tom easily held the fish off the ground. It was a slick black fish with what looked like whiskers, but since it was a cat fish that made since. Spotting his mate, Feathercloud, he trotted over to her the fish in her jaws. He dropped it at her paws. "Good afternoon love." He purred in greeting. "Would you like to share?" The white warrior asked pawing at the cat fish.
(Sorry it's short.)