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A sandy area in the middle of camp with a dirt patch for fresh-kill.

Ashensky stalked out of the warriors den, her tail held stiffly and her eyes blazing around. She searched the camp with her stuff gaze, and abruptly turned around. She headed toward the clump of grass and wove around, barley noticeable through the long stems.

Hoverstep apeared a little before sunrise, yawning and peering around through the haze in her gaze. Although she couldn't see Ashensky, she knew the cranky warrior was over in the long grass. Deciding to leave her be, Hoverstep sat down just in the shade of the elders den with a small grunt.