Twistedkit stayed close to the group of WindClan cats, glancing over at Curlkit. "Was there a fire here recently?" she mewed quietly, her heart thudding in her chest as she glanced up at the ThunderClan deputy. The seven-moon-old kit - too old to be considered a kit anymore - tried her best to dodge all the stray debris that she got herself into. One time, she slipped on something and almost fell over; however, she was able to regain her balance. @
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