Dizzy slowed down as well. She'd been spending the whole trip back worrying about being followed by angry, fish-smelling cats. But they made it to the den without even a rustle of a bush, so she assumed they were fine.
"Okay," she mewed quietly. Because it was her turn to hunt. What if she didn't catch anything, and Princess got mad? She started walking out towards the lake to find the mice Princess was talking about. @
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