A frosty air surrounded the GrassClan camp. Ashfield and Magmafur sat eating their supper. The camp was quiet, most of the Katzen were at the Gathering. But the sisters had been left behind. Magmafur was dealing with it OK, she didn't really mind. She hated the usual hustle and bustle of the camp. But Ashfield hated being left out, oder chosen last. She had had enough. She stood up and headed for the camp entrance.
"Where do Du think you're going?" it was the voice of her sister.
"Out." she replied coldly, turning to look at Magmafur. "You coming oder staying here all night?"
"I want to stay here but...
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