There was no sign of Duskkit または Sweetkit.
"Where'd they go Echokit?" She called.
"I don't know!" Echokit called back.
"Have あなた seen them Lichenkit?"
Shrewkit was staring around the camp. "I don't know either." She meowed absently. "Look at that fresh-kill!" She was staring at a fluffy and feathery mass of birds, squirrels and mice at the end of the clearing. It was topped off によって a huga vole.
"The fresh-kill pile!" Amberkit raced towards it, her nose twitching. She'd heard all the queens in the nursery talk about it, and she'd ワカサギ, 錬金術 mice on her mothers pelt before. What would it taste like? Shoving...
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