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Phoenix Fire
Larkstripe offered a soft smile, the handsome warrior almost immediately feeling the instinctual need to help the young kit.
“Hello, Fawnkit. I’m Larkstripe. It’s awfully cold out—are you hungry? I know eating fish may take some getting used to, but I could probably find you a muskrat or a bird.” He offered, worried that the kit might not be eating enough to sustain himself in the brisk conditions of leaf-bare.