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The sun rose high in the sky as the cream tomcat and ginger bicolored she-cat slipped from their dens. The elegant cream and white warrior slipped to work his way from the Warriors' den towards the nursery, upon passing the fresh-kill pile he grabbed a small perch then he sat down by the empty Elders' den where he began to crunch on the fish he'd chosen. His blue orbs watched the camp silently, known by his Clanmates as a not very talkative tomcat but that was most likely because of the social anxiety he had. His sister seemed fare better than he.

Cherrywhisker stood at the camp exit, she was chatting away with another warrior. He couldn't hear it but he had a feeling it had something to do with the patrol she was in or leading. But I am the Chosen One 09:21, January 19, 2019 (UTC)