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“Mousewhisker: I just hope hunting in the wind doesn't make us as stunted as WindClan warriors. Leafpool: WindClan warriors are only smaller because their ancestors are smaller, not because of the wind. Mousewhisker: So what made their ancestors smaller? Leafpool: *shrugs* Only StarClan knows. Mousewhisker: It was probably the wind.”

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Book:Squirrelflight's Hope
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Erin Hunter
Erin Hunter

Erin Hunter is a renowned children's literature author, best known for her 'Warriors' series. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination and emotional depth, captivating a wide audience. more

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