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Snow Fox
Rosebriar rested in WindClan’s clearing, her elegantly bushy tail curled around her front, broader and stronger-looking paws. They were nothing at a first glance, but compared to her small and lithe body, slender frame, and perfectly groomed fur, they would’ve stood out. Rosebriar was glad not to be mismatched... like
some cats she knew. Her pretty pink nose twitched as she gave her fluffy white chest fur a few licks to make sure that it didn’t look too messy.
I should give my fur a once-over, she thought, bending down. She gave her fur, as soft as down, some licks. Just in case there was a bit of grass or a small bit of tuftiness that she had overlooked. None so far, but who knew?
I must look perfect so WindClan will love me, she thought, smiling.