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⬤She ran.
Heather had never run this fast before, her sleek fur mussed and matted from drying blood. Dirty from the pocosin ground and a stranger's paws. The clawmarks on her pelt stung and her belly cried out in hunger and it wasnt until she was clear of the scent of ShadowClan that...
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