The soft morning air awoken Lightningpaw. She sat drozaly in the aprentice den. The clan was still asleep. She wandered out to the prey pile. She grabbed a vole. Shen ate it quickly and basked in the sun. Then her sister Swiftsong waltsed out of the medican cat den. "Good morning Swiftsong" she mewed. The medican cat ducked her head. "Good morning." she mewed. Her paw swatted a bird from the pile.
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