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RedHead
Tigerleap patted across the clearing, towards Flintstar's den. Her fur was covered in thorns and blood was dripping from her left ear tip. It wasn't much blood, but it stung badly. Her belly growled but she kept going, past the delicious smell of the fresh-kill pile. Slowly the tortoiseshell she-cat made her way up to her leader's den. She stopped in the entrance, to see Tallmarsh talking to Flintstar. She didn´t want to interrupt their conversation, so she sat down on the stone floor with her tail wrapped around her paws.