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[cedarstorm]

Swiftcreek padded slowly into the medicine cat den. She narrowed her eyes to clear away the dim light. Her tail raised in greetings, she called out, "Falconwing? Are you there?" Swiftcreek looked around the den. Stacks of herbs were neatly sorted in the corner, and moss was spread out on the floor. A space on the moss was dented into a bowl, as if someone had been sleeping there recently. "Falconwing, I need to talk about Silverblaze. He hasn't been eating." Swiftcreek sighed. "I need answers."