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--- The sun glared down brightly, blinding Cilli as she scavenged for any remnants of food. She had a small pouch on her back that contained pieces and fragments of meat and bones. It wasn't much, but it would contribute to feeding her community. However, it just had to be the hottest day in all of the forest when it came her time. She scrounged along, panting from the heat. Although she would rather die than admit it, she was tired. A tired, hungry, and sore individual. She turned to her stick in the ground that served as a sundial, and suddenly her tired, slurred, steps turned into happy, trotting leaps. "TIME TO GO HOME!" she cheered, racing down the trail of rocks she left so she could remember the way home. The sun set slowly, but to Cilli, it felt as if she skipped to night. It was dark in no time, and only the sharp calls of birds and crickets could be heard from the dark forest surrounding her. No telling what was out there, and she really didn't want to find out. She started to panic as the trail of rocks became less visible from the darkness, but soon caught sight of a warm, welcoming light. Camp. ---
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