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Ibisfeather leaped gracefully up into the air as she snapped a quail's neck. Another catch. Moorstripe will be pleased. She padded over to the fresh kill pile and dropped the bird in. "Thrilling catch, aye?" A cool voice mrowed. Ibisfeather looked up, eyes narrowed slightly. "Fowlstorm." "Exactly.," Now the brown and white tom gave her a hard stare. "Coalstar would like to see you, pretty." He brushed his fur against Ibisfeather's. She closed her eyes, sighed, and padded over to the leader's tall gorse den. "Greetings, Coalstar." Ibisfeather's eyes widened and she took a paw back. "O-of course."

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rdfs:comment	Ibisfeather leaped gracefully up into the air as she snapped a quail's neck. Another catch. Moorstripe will be pleased. She padded over to the fresh kill pile and dropped the bird in. "Thrilling catch, aye?" A cool voice mrowed. Ibisfeather looked up, eyes narrowed slightly. "Fowlstorm." "Exactly.," Now the brown and white tom gave her a hard stare. "Coalstar would like to see you, pretty." He brushed his fur against Ibisfeather's. She closed her eyes, sighed, and padded over to the leader's tall gorse den. "Greetings, Coalstar." Ibisfeather's eyes widened and she took a paw back. "O-of course."
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abstract	Ibisfeather leaped gracefully up into the air as she snapped a quail's neck. Another catch. Moorstripe will be pleased. She padded over to the fresh kill pile and dropped the bird in. "Thrilling catch, aye?" A cool voice mrowed. Ibisfeather looked up, eyes narrowed slightly. "Fowlstorm." "Exactly.," Now the brown and white tom gave her a hard stare. "Coalstar would like to see you, pretty." He brushed his fur against Ibisfeather's. She closed her eyes, sighed, and padded over to the leader's tall gorse den. "Greetings, Coalstar." The gray mottled leader stared up at her. "Hello there, Ibisfeather. Would you like to take a walk with me?" Ibisfeather's eyes widened and she took a paw back. "O-of course." Coalstar purred, pleased. He padded out of his den, Ibisfeather following. "So you must be wondering why I brought you all the way out here to speak with a so matter with you." The tom leader guessed. Why would I not?, Ibisfeather internally snapped. But she just nodded politely, her white fur lying smooth, her amber eyes pinning Coalstar down like an eagle. But the gray tom was calm. "You are of the age of 14 moons. 2 moons after becoming a warrior. You know it is time to take a mate." Ibisfeather inhaled sharply. She expected this conversation sooner or later yet she still had tried to avoid it. "But Bluerose and Whitemuzzle decided your mate once you were born." "You'll need to speak with Fowlstorm soon. You know, about your...choice." It was a custom. A custom that every 600 moons, StarClan would choose a tom and his mate to make a new decision to improve BirdClan's life. And that tom, of course, was Fowlstorm. Special, special Fowlstorm. No other she-kit was born around the time Fowlpaw was named the savior. So Bluerose and Whitemuzzle had leapt at the chance of bearing a she-kit and had decided to give Ibiskit to Fowlpaw. Typical. Now the fate of BirdClan was in her paws. "Our fate is in your favor," Coalstar echoed. "You and Fowlstorm have one moon left to present your idea. That is, if you have one."

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