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A chilling breeze roused Fireheart from his sleep. As he forced open his eyes, he was suddenly blinded by the beams of light that shined through the entrance of Bluestar's den. The patch of lichen that hung from the entrance of the den swayed with the passing breeze. Then a shadow stretched onto the den's floor, and heavy pawsteps echoed against the walls as Yellowfang emerged inside. The lichen still swishing behind her, her eyes shot slightly towards Fireheart. "You're finally awake," rasped the elderly she-cat. "I was just closing my eyes," meowed Fireheart, hot with embarrassment. "You were?" Yellowfang raised a brow, not really convin