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                Leafstar jerked awake in a makeshift den fashioned by tendrils of bramble with the screeches of cats ringing, faintly, in her ears. Beyond her lay a land shrouded in shadowy pelts, trees arching toward the sky like snakes wanting a taste of the stars. For a moment, Leafstar felt herself drift, shifting in her nest and closing her eyes to picture the gorge her Clan once called home. But the dark brown of the cliffs at moonhigh and the crystal-clear surface of the meeting pool by the Clanrock whisked from her view as though some cat had breathed upon them, and Leafstar flinched into full consciousness once more. An owl hooting o