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A tom, his pelt the colour of the sunset, rushed into the rocky training grounds. He panted heavily, exhausted from his sprint, "I didn't miss anything did I? Dapplefeather isn't feeling well so she asked me to take over for her."

"Embersky!" Amberpaw cried. "Doesn't my pelt look beautiful?"

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