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Post by kittisbat on May 2, 2008 6:12:24 GMT -5
Shootingstar stepped out of his den and stretched. He felt wonderful this morning, as if all of his body rejoiced in the warm mornings of late New-leaf. Then he heard his medicine cat, Batwing, brush through the fern tunnel in no real hurry. He dipped his head to her. "Good morning Batwing. I trust all goes well? Any signs?" Batwing dipped her head before relpying, "Nothing from StarClan. I'm just a little low on marigold, that's all." Batwing headed towards the camp entrance while Shootingstar headed towards the fresh-kill pile.
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