Blossomclan
Swanheart walked out of the warriors den, her white fur glistening as the morning sun hit it. She was one of many in the crowd of cats in her clan. She belonged to Blossomclan, a camp at the edge of a park. The most popular spot for the cats to relax was a cherry blossom tree at the outskirts. Though they despised two legs as much as anyone, they had learned to live with them visiting from time to time. Swanheart clawed at the ground and walked to a few of the other warriors, sitting down and listening on their plan for the day which was to hunt as much as possible since today was the day the geese were returning from their migration. Even a single goose would feed their entire elders den which was a great catch.
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