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The sun was rising on a warm spring day. A wolf cub came out of a small cave and at the entrance of the cave were tightly woven branches, twigs, leaves, roots, and vines. When the cub stepped out of the entrance of the cave it made her gray and white fur turn into silver and white in the sunlight. "Silverpup where are you going?" a tense voice came from the cave. "I'm warming my fur." Silverpup answered in an irritated voice. That was a lie; I wanted to get away from my worried mother, Blueheart, and out of the nursery. Ever since Darkclaw, my father, left Blueheart has been fusing over me so much that a rabbit would die if it lived though