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He grumbled and turned away, when Wolfstar made it clear he was busy talking to Birdsong. "Fine." He padded out of the camp and out into the woods, ignoring the other cheerful apprentices. Sleetpaw closed his eyes and let his senses carry him far out into the woods. When he opened his eyes, he found his senses overwhelmed with the delicious smell of thrush. Peering around, Sleetpaw spotted it tugging a worm out of its den underneath a beech tree. He stalked up to it, his paws making no noise. Tensing his muscles to pounce, he was suddenly aware of where he was. Deathclaws! He forgot the thrust and bolted wildly back the way he thought he came, only to find himself lost in front of a Twoleg den.


















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