Featherpool padded through the camp, her mind racing with potential possibilities that were highly unlikely but kept her anxiety running. It'll be okay, Swiftstripe said it would... He said that I needed a small break... She reminded herself in a hushed whoosh of air. With a flick of her tail, she grabbed a juicy vole off the fresh-kill pile and headed outside camp into the Forgotten Forest.
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