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"Well I didn't know that! It's our first day after all! At least we caught something," Whitepaw hissed, beckoning with his tail to the scrawny vole he caught. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold wind ruffled our fur and I noticed that the sun had vanished behind darkening clouds.

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