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bad company
Amberstrike sat in a shady spot of the clearing, away from most other cats. He didn't like to talk much but then again he was always taught to not trust other cats. He was sure not all the cats here were bad but he really didn't want to take that risk. The black tom missed the cold, new-leaf was coming soon and it would get warm pretty soon, although it had been quite rainy lately. He actually really liked the rain, but he enjoyed the snow better. He hated it when it got warm, mostly because his pelt black seemed to draw in the sun more then other pelts did. It made him super hot and uncomfortable, he couldn't imagine how cats with thicker pelts felt. His amber hues observed the clearing carefully, he actually didn't know many of his clanmates name. It didn't bother him that much, but some days he did get lonely.