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I draw war cats
Foxpaw nodded as she listened. It would help her later if she knew what the warrior was talking about, rather than just charging ahead. "
Firefly cove," she repeated. Foxpaw knew where that was. It was her favourite place in the territory, just the name made her spine tingle.
When they reached the meadow, she smiled. In Green- leaf, the rippling blades would be covered with the dancing lights of fireflies. "
It's just so poetic," she murmured before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Scanning the dotting of wildflowers, she spotted a patch of what seemed to be marigolds. They were flowers she had overlooked every time, yet they appeared to be the most important. "
Are these it?" She looked over her shoulder back to Whitewolf and Brindlepaw, beckoning them closer. The flowers were gold and frilly, with thin pointed leaves at the base of the plant.