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Cavecrash would sit by a small rock, fiddling with a twig.

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Mapleface
She/Her

Back arching as the red and white molly stretched, the tips of her claws peeking out of her paws as her front limbs reached out in front of her, Mapleface stepped out of the Nursery with a yawn, jade hues ringed by shadow. Skies, she was just glad to be out of that cramped den. One of these days, she was going to wrangle Cracklepaw into kitsitting her kits.

Green gaze traversing across the clearing for some company, Mapleface's eyes settled on a solitary feline. Without another moment to waste, she started off in that direction - only to halt midway with surprise as a kit, Lambkit [@/ares ], skittered past and up to the warrior. Ah, in that case, she wouldn't bother them.

With a quiet huff, the tortoiseshell-point queen settled in a deserted corner of the clearing to sun herself.

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