[doghouse]

Phantompaw bounded into camp, blood dripping from a cut on her cheek. She didn't mind though, and she wanted to speak with Shinepaw. She wondered how Shinepaw's training was going, but she highly doubted that it was as difficult or as exciting as her own. The whitish molly with gray and pale ginger splotches stopped, looking around for the familiar molly. She liked Shinepaw as a friend, although she hadn't originally. Her pale blue orbs danced with happiness, and her claws were unsheathed, revealing that they were stained with blood.
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