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    The gray tabby deputy slowly made her way through the gorse, her belly swinging slightly. I shouldn't have taken that extra mouse from Swiftthorn, that dumb tom, she thought with regret. It's made me more plump than a squirrel during new-leaf! Another cat chased after her, his scowl and cold gaze cutting into her pelt. He studied her cautiously as they paused by the bramble bush. "Steady, Violetgaze. Remember, you're still getting over sickness," he warned softly.    "I know, Coldrose," the she-cat replied sharply. "I just need to get back to the Clan. Jaystar's death was too sudden; if I don't return soon, they may panic."    Coldros

        It was the piercing alarm call of a thrush that woke Bristlepaw. Groaning irritably, he curled up tighter in his nest, instinctively twitching his whiskers in search of Rosepaw, his sister. When he found nothing, he scrambled up, blue eyes blinking rapidly.        There were two other nests in the den. One was empty, but smelled heavily of Mousepaw. Fuzzypaw lay snoring in another nest closer to the back. There was no sign of Rosepaw.        Soon enough, the fog cleared from his mind and Bristlepaw remembered where he was. This was the apprentices den, not the nursery. Ros