Carminekit sits at the edge of camp, his back turned to the heart of the clearing where his denmates tumble over each other in an endless flurry of energy. Their laughter and excited mews fill the air, but he does not turn to watch. Instead, his amber eyes are fixed on a single curled leaf...
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