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Smokestorm

This gal right here's gonna rule the world
No, I won't sit still and look pretty

Smokestorm made her way into the camp, her jaws full with a lucky catch of squirrel, the other two members of her hunting party trailing in behind. All three padded over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped their catches. Now decently stocked, they each took a piece of prey and dispersed.

It was too nice to go into the warriors' den. Crouching in a sunny spot, Smokestorm tucked into her mouse, enjoying the taste as the bright sun warmed her through. Maybe in a bit she would nap- but right now, she had something else she wanted to do. After burying the remains of her mouse, Smokestorm returned to the fresh-kill pile and fetched the squirrel she'd caught, carrying it across the camp to the nursery.

It was darker within, but just as warm, and full of milky scents that could be smelled even past the squirrel she was carrying. Padding over to where Mistcloud lay, two small kits tucked into her belly, Smokestorm set the prey down, offering her sister a warm lick of greeting before peering over at the little bodies nestled into the queen's soft gray fur.

"How are they doing?" she asked, touching her nose to the bigger one and rasping her tongue over the fluffy back.

"Getting stronger every day," Mistcloud replied, reaching for the squirrel. "Duskflower helps, but they're so small, they're not much work yet." A glance over at the nest their mother occupied and a purr. "According to her, it'll get worse once they get their legs under them."

Deputy of StoneClan

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