RUFOUSPAW
Welcome to the celebration, baby! Rufouspaw hooked up a clump of moss from her nest and squeezed it absentmindedly, having all but given up on sleeping that night. Something about the "Clan meeting" was bothering her—of course, anything coming from the council was bound to have that...
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