Moon came into camp, feeling weary still.
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Cinder looked over at Onyx. "Smell something?" She asked quickly.
Fang glared at her. "You need to be quiet for a few moments and answer my questions if you want to live." He said it quite clearly and firmly, a hint of anger and coldness in his voice as always. Clover looked down at the pups, feeling worried for their sakes, not hers. Cloud turned to look at Wing, feeling defiant. She glared at her. Fire sulked, feeling angry. Thistle snorted and rolled his eyes, sliding out his claws and retracting them again, repeating this over and over.
Cedar looked at her. "I'm just…. worried." He replied.
"Uh… you can hunt?" Dove looked down at her wounds that had stopped bleeding.
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