The sun had just set, and the soft light of dusk filtered through the oak trees above ThunderClan's camp. Soft meowing filled the hollow, some coming from warriors settling into their dens, some from the evening patrol, and some from the Gathering patrol. Fawnheart was sitting in the middle of camp at the base of highledge, nervously licking her chest fur. Freezefall emerged from the warriors' den and joined her.
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