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Hurricane padded warily into the makeshift camp. The grey spotted she-cat didn't exactly crave company, but it was nice being around other cats sometimes, and it felt satisfying to help other cats. She found a cardboard box turned over and sat down. Maybe she would go hunting and add to a mini fresh-kill pile, but she wanted to wait to be asked.

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~Claw kept going dodging the fishing net and rubble ever now and again. He didnt like talking much but he was tall , taller than the normal sized cat~

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Ida slunk into the fishing camp. Her sleek white fur and small body would trick many people. She wasn't as strong as others but Ida believed she was smarter. She looked around and spotted Hurricane. The molly skunk over to Hurricane. "Hi. Who would you be?" Ida asked. Her icy blue eyes narrowed slightly.

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Hurricane glanced up at the she-cat talking to her. "Name's Hurricane," she said carefully. "You are?" Hurricane got up to find a resting spot better than a box made of slightly stronger paper, inviting the she-cat to walk with her with a tail flick.
@Snow Fox

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Ida listened. "Me? I'm Ida." She said. When invited for a walk Ida accepted and followed Hurricane. "So you new around here? I just arrived." Ida said with a shrug. She looked around as they walked.
@ChillCat

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Ida was a pretty strange name, but Hurricane hid her laughter. "Yeah, I'm new. Figured other cats helping with hunting was better than fending for yourself." As she jumped on top of some wooden boxes and barrels, she figured maybe she could start building a fort, like she'd seen twoleg kits do. "I'll hunt too, of course. I always feel terrible when I'd encounter groups that don't help elders and queens, so I hope this is different." @Snow Fox

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Mulberry yawned, trying to shake the fog from her mind. She had not slept well, her dreams haunted by Cricket desperately calling out for help. She shook her head, determined to think of better thoughts, and stretched. The cold morning sun filtered through gaps in the rotting wood, though none of it reached her corner. Her belly was yowling with hunger, and she realized that she hadn't eaten since Cricket died. Mulberry glanced at her paw, pleased to see that it was no longer swollen.
Exiting the den, Mulberry checked her surroundings. There were multiple cat scent around, but she didn't see any movement avid all the trash scattered about.