Fireheart and Graystripe slid quietly through the weeds, trying to be as quiet as they could so they would not be followed. No one could find out where they were going. They would be scraping bedding for a moon. So Fireheart slunk along soundlessly with Graystripe door his side.
"We should bring some prey back so no one gets suspicious," Graystripe meowed.
"I am sure there will be leftovers," Fireheart answered. "They can spare some."
"Right. One sniff of that and everyone will know where we went!"
Fireheart felt so stupid right now. He knew that! All the better reason to let Graystripe tag along....
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