9:09pm Mar 22 2010 (last edited on 9:10pm Mar 22 2010)
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A small black she-cat with white toes awoke, slipping out of the medicine cat's den. Her icy blue eyes scanned the FireClan's camp clearing, and she smiled,seeing all was calm. Pureheart -as the she-cat was called- slipped to the Fresh-kill Pile, licking her black chops. The she-cat selected a mouse. She slipped under a tree and began her meal. Her black ears flicked to the sound of mewling kits in the nursery. Pureheart smiled, recalling that kits had recently been born.