{$title} takes place right after "you're not the one i was looking for"
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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 she recognized the hunger in her body.
But she'd never be able to catch prey like this, all scraped up and smelling of blood and fear. In fact, she'd probably scared away half the food in the entire area with her stench.
She needed to find a place to rest, clean herself, and then she could hunt. Heather looked around, spotting a hollow at the base of a tree, and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd only pop in real quick, clean her fur, and then move on. Surely, if another cat was using it, they wouldn't mind. They probably wouldn't even be there! She padded over to the hollow and squeezed in before immediately licking at the wounds on her shoulders, wincing at the fresh sting of the scratches.