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Dazzlepaw crouched. She was so close to the mouse! It was scurrying along the forest floor. She leaped. The mouse squeaked in surprise. She happily walked to camp.

A clumsy orange cat bumped her. She purred. "Blazepaw, you clumsy furball!"

The cheeky tom smiled. "Sorry," he mewed. "I was trying to hunt. Have you seen Nectarpaw?"

"YARG!!!!!!!!!!!" A honey-brown shape flung onto Blazepaw. Another cat appeared, Lightbeam, the medicine cat apprentice.

"You crazy furballs," she teased. "You better come back to camp with paws full of prey!" she winked.

Dazzlepaw's pale yellow eyes blinked innocently. "Can we hear a story from the elders? With Nectarpaw?" she pleaded.

"Yes!!" the other two apprentices cheered.

Lightbeam's whiskers twitched. "Well, you're not kits," she teased, "But alright! Nectarpaw can go. I'll finish gathering herbs.

The three apprentices skipped to the camp happily.

At camp, Hazeldust, the deputy was sorting patrols. Deerfur was lecturing her kits for sneaking out and almost eaten by badgers and Lynxfrost almost died. They spotted Miststorm, the elder who told them great stories.

"Miststorm!" Dazzlepaw mewed. "Can you tell us a story?"

The gray elder smiled. "Haven't you already heard all the stories from me? The old forest, Firestar, Stonestar...You're heard all of them!"

Then she grinned. "There's one you haven't heard!" The old cat chuckled.

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