Re: WindClan Clearing
Aspenleaf lay on the ground, her paws tucked under her prickly underbelly. The soothing sounds of the morning broke her tired trance, and she rose from her spot. The pure white she-cat yawned and stretched. "I'm not needed at the moment...maybe I can have my own private hunting patrol." She snorted and looked across the bare camp. Stones picked at her feet, and her eyes flickered towards the entrance of the camp.
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