Rabbitstripe lay calmly in the warriors' den, nestled beneath the roots of the old stump that served as their shelter. Cool earth pressed against his fur as he gazed through a gap in the bark ceiling, catching a glimpse of pale sky beyond the trees. Outside, Roseflick stood near the clearing, her pelt glowing softly in the filtered sunlight. Rabbitstripe's heart skipped — he almost rose to go speak with her, but a voice called his name from deeper within the den. "I'm coming!"
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