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Squirrelf light f luffed out her pelt as shenearedtheSkyClanborder andpeeredbetweenthetrees.She’dwaitforanescort.There wasnopointrubbingLeafstar’sfurthewrongwaybycrossing SkyClanterritorywithoutpermission.Theheatofthemorninghadgivenwaytodampnessascloudsrolledinfromthe mountains.Squirrelf lightcouldsmellrain,andthefirstdrops began to fall as she waited, straining to glimpse movement beyondtheSkyClanborder. She heard ferns rustle and snapped her gaze toward the sound.Black-and-whitefurflashedbetweenthefronds,and Palesky,aSkyClanwarrior,slidintotheopen,warilytasting theair.“IsmellThunderClan.” Treepaddedoutbesideher.“We’reneartheborder,right?” Squirrelf lightliftedhertail.“Tree!” Paleskyturnedfirst.“Squirrelf light?Whatareyoudoing here?”AsTreeturnedaround,shestalkedtowardSquirrelflight.Aroundthem,raindropssplashedontotheleaves. Treehurriedafterher.“How’sTwigbranch?”hecalled. “She’s fine.” Squirrelf light’s mew rang through the trees. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if ThunderClan 40
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