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It was late night, but she couldn't sleep. Reluctant and tired, Squirrelflight left her nest in the warriors den. Her foot almost hit the sleeping Spiderleg, but she wouldn't have cared if it did. She padded out to the clearing, towards the thorn entrance, all the while grumbling to herself.
Brambleclaw was on night watch by the Highledge. It was a safety precaution, in case WindClan still wanted to sneak up on them. It had been way too often lately.
As he sat there, he saw the ginger warrior emerging from the den. Brambleclaw was still not on friendly terms with her, so he was unsure whether he should approach her or not. But finally he decides to slip after the she-cat, though in a silent way.
Just out of camp, he watches as she slumps down on a patch of mossy grass, and growled lowly. Squirrelflight flexed her claws on the damp moss, and then rolled over to her back.
The deputy concludes he's seen enough. Calmly, and with the usual stern expression cladding his face, he ste