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Spirited Darkness
Mousefur sat in his nest while he cleaned his thick, spotted pelt. He had just woken up from a small nap since he spent most of the night hunting, he hadn't been able to sleep lately and even his naps were pretty short. He felt a cold breeze come from outside and thanked Starclan that he had such a thick coat. It was getting colder and colder out and his thick coat was keeping him nice and warm. He decided to stay in his nest a bit longer, he had already hunted today so it's not like he had much else to do.