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Bramblestar’s pelt ruffled along his spine. “We use the land beyond the stream.” “Really?” Harestar looked unconvinced. “Larksong caught a rabbit there yesterday,” Bramblestar told him. “Only one?” Harestar narrowed his eyes. “One was all we needed.” Harestar pressed on. “Today your patrol barely crossed the stream.” Squirrelf light felt heat beneath her pelt. Had the WindClan leader been spying on them? “It was a border patrol, not a hunting patrol,” she pointed out. “And yet you hunted.” Harestar stared at her. “But in the forest, not on the moorland.” Bramblestar shifted his paws. “We hunt wherever the prey runs.” “And catch one rabbit where we would have caught three,” Harestar meowed. “Are you insulting my warriors?” Bramblestar’s hackles lifted. “Of course not.” Harestar swished his tail. “We’re more experienced at hunting on moorland, that’s all.” “We’ll be experienced at hunting there eventually,” Squirrelf light put in. “We all just need time to adjust to our new territories.” Leafstar turned to Harestar and puffed out her chest. “What are you trying to say?” she asked. “Do you want SkyClan to leave again? If you—” “No cat thinks you should leave,” Harestar said quickly.
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