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Snow Carrot
The golden tom released a drawn out sigh. He technically, according to his rank, wasn't supposed to be outside of camp without supervision, either. However, the abyssinian was undoubtedly more qualified than two kittens if those were the only two options.
"Fine," Lionpaw relented.
"We can get your mice. Where is it?" He observed Flutterkit for a moment, thinking something through.
"If you're tired, I could either carry you by the scruff, or you could hop onto my back and hang on. Tawnykit, how are you?" he asked, looking towards the other she-kit. Lionpaw didn't want any exhausted kittens slowing them down.