Pumpkin'fall's paws pounded the leaf-mold and pine needle strewn forest floor, his thin black fur made it easier to dodge trees, leaping over the small creek, he reached the border, stopping at the beech tree that was marked with neighboring clan's scent, Lakeclan. he huffed, decided he should've gone slower. once he remarked his clan's side of the border he turned around to walk back to camp, his thin silky tail swaying to and fro in the wind.
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