Sorrel stopped. "Wait, I smell clan." He meowed to Bonekit, lifting his head up to the cold leaf-bare air.
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Applepaw sat next to the fresh-kill pile, her paws tucked underneath her as she finished her mouse. She licked her lips and stood to her paws, looking for some cat to talk to.
"There's kittypet mixed in too. They might have taken shelter with one." Sorrel started walking again, this time towards the scent.
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