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Myik
Risingstorm padded cautiously along the edge of the Shadowclan border, her ears pricked and her nose busily searching for a sign of prey. She had traveled much farther away from camp than she would have preferred, especially considering she was still healing from the wounds she'd gotten from the gathering, but Shadowclan needed to be fed, and since the flood, prey just didn't seem as plentiful as it had been. She pushed away her worries about leafbare with prey being this scarce as soon as she had them. Starclan would look after Shadowclan. They had for moons, and they would now. She believed that whole-heartedly. All at once, the fluffy, grey shecat caught a scent on the wind that was definitely not prey scent. It was another cat, and not a Shadowclan cat. The warrior eased herself down into the shadows of the forest floor, waiting to see what cat would dare venture this close to Shadowclan's border.