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Torrent added a few fragrant flowers in the moss and perched on one of her twig supports.
 
Sparrowpelt smelt the sweet scent, "what is that scent?" he wondered out loud.
 
Torrent churred. 'It's a flower my mother grew,' she said. 'My mother was a great hen... but I haven't seen her for a few years now. She was killed by a fox, I think.'
 
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"I'm sorry" Sparrowpelt said sadly, "I never knew either of my parents..."
 
'Oh,' Torrent clucked. 'Yes, sometimes I wish I knew who my father was. He disappeared when I was a chick... but my mother's talked about him. He lives somewhere near here.' Torrent perked up when the seeds of an idea began to grow.
 
"If he is near here why havent you ever seen him before?" Sparrowpelt asked.
 
'I only got here a few days ago. I came from somewhere else... quite far away,' Torrent said. 'I was separated from my father as a young chick - we went our different ways, and it looks like we both ended up here! A big circle!' she chuckled.
 
Sparrowpelt nodded "Perhaps one day you shall meet him again" he said
 
'Yeah, maybe one day soon,' Torrent clucked.

'For now... let's rest.' She settled down in the moss and churred to herself.
 
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