fog star climed the wet rock her eyes shallow with sadness and despair cats old enough to swim the rapids gathe for a meeting under the wet rockher voice steady but shaky and loud as she called, cats gatherd mumbleing but she gave a quick flick of her tail to stop themour deputy splash,leap has been missing i choose he is dead and i must pick a new deputy i canot choose from these great cats so step up if you think you are worthyshe mews dipping her head*
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