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(SplashClan) ~Ashstripe stretched out her paws, shook out scraps of moss clinging to her pelt, and gave a roaring yawn. A persistent bean of sunlight had fought its way into the camp and had woken her when it danced on her dreary eyelids. Ashstripe slapped her tail over her muzzle when she realized how loud her yawn had been when the exhausted Willowstar shifted in her sleep. Ashstripe gently picked her way over to her leader and sniffed her pelt for any scent that signified Willowstar was ailing or sore. Nothing. Ashstripe breathed an immense sigh of relief. I would have felt absolutely horrified if it was my fault that my leader became seriously ill because of me!~
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