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Mintheart sighed as she kneaded her paws in my fur in an attempt to keep me warm, "An unusual blizzard started and Whitepaw came running into camp yowling that you were still out there. So, we went to look for you. When we found you, you were curled up with ice stuck to your whiskers and fur."

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