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 The wrath of the fur clumps [O to the P-E-N]
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The sweet sound of the river filled his ears. He was awake, alert. His sense of smell kicked in along with his sense of touch. Weird how you have no feelings when you sleep. He seemed to be pressed against a large, cool rock. Siltpatch shook his head and opened his eyes. He wasn't in the apprentice den. He slowly got to his paws and crept around the big stone that he had been under. The river rushed by a few fox-lengths away, calling for him to get in and enjoy the water waving through his fur.

Siltpatch flicked his tail, forgetting that silly idea. He must have fallen asleep out there the night before. It wasn't the first time in the one moon that they had been living there that he had fallen asleep outside of camp, worrying his mother half to death when she woke and found that he wasn't in his den. Shrugging, the tom padded through the unfamiliar territory, weaving uncertainly through the weeds, thinking that he was going the right direction.

After a few lucky guesses and wrong turns, the tom miraculously ended up at camp. He should really learn the territory. What if there had been some sort of attack and he didn't know where his own camp was? It could be fatal. The tom slipped through the entrance and padded through the clearing, then settled down by the apprentices' den. He brought his paw up to his face and began grooming it. He glanced at the rest his fur and was shocked. It was horrid. There were clumps of fur sticking every which way, and unknown species of plants clinging to the clumps. Some twigs were even woven inbetween the hairs, forcing Siltpatch to pull them out with his teeth. He wouldn't be surprised if billions of fleas were having the time of their lives there in his fur. Yes, it was that bad. I bet I looked like a joke when I walked through camp just now. Whatever. Shaking his head, Siltpatch bent over and began cautiously grooming himself; there may be something toxic in that pelt of his.


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