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/me Badgerpaw peered around the camp from his perch by the entrance of the apprentice's den. It was a bit nippy for the wee kit but he dealt with it. He watched one of the warriors (or a very large apprentice, he couldn't tell from over here) pluck a vole from the Fresh-Kill pile. Badgerpaw stood, his pelt ruffled in the wind. He walked to the Fresh-Kill pile and greeted the cat with a warm smile. He pulled a very ripe mouse from the bottom and began to chew off the head. He hummed quietly and ate his mouse with care. When he'd finished he walked to his mentor, Emberstorm, who was sat in a quiet part of the camp.