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Holly Jolly Trouble
[Springpaw and Badgerpaw]
There was a heavy coating of frost on the cattail fronds, and as the first rays of morning light shone down on the RiverClan camp, Springpaw was emerging from the apprentice's den. They shook out their slick black pelt, emerald eyes wide with excitement. He had slept with a mind full of exciting dreams, and he was eager to share them with someone. Fortuantely, RiverClan was blessed with a multitude of young cats. He bounded clumsily over to the fresh-kill pile for a meal, wiry tail flagged above his back.