Daydream entered her den more tired than usual. Slowly, she made her way to the back where the rock surved into a nice shelf-like structure. It was there she set down the small scraps of catmint. She sighed.
"StarClan, please let there be no greencough this year," she mewed to herself.
"Daydream," a voice called behind her, "are you in here?"
Daydream turned to face the entrance. There stood a mass of brown fur.
"Fallingstar," Daydream said in greeting, "What are you doing here? Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm feeling fine, thanks. I was actually wondering if you needed help with anything. You...
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