Grassheart
short-furred white she-cat with icy blue eyes and poor vision
hunting post
27 + 1 = 28
Grassheart padded into the RiverClan camp with her perch held firmly in her jaws. She walked with pride with her catch, her head held high and taking every step like she owned the camp. A root caught her paw and she toppled to the ground, landing flat on her face. The she-cat grumbled and rose to her paws with a frown. Shaking out her pelt, she dropped her perch on the prey pile and padded towards Gingerfrost to report on her patrol.
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