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Yeah, Goosefury was totally watching him.
He'd followed Russetstrike out of camp and tracked him all the way to Sleepy Thicket, where he now sat high in a tree to watch the red tom go about his weird little hunting routine. Which involved
not hunting whatsoever, obviously. His lips pulled back in a snarl. Why did Shimmeringpool like this tom? He clearly had nothing useful to offer.
Lionstar might as well send him scurrying back to ShadowClan, he thought. Russetstrike would only be a burden.
"All right, I've seen enough," he snapped, and with surprising gracefulness leaped down the tree from branch to branch until his paws landed softly on the grass.
"What's wrong with you? Can't you hunt? Is that why ShadowClan kicked you out - because you were a useless lump of fur? Why are you just standing here like a deer on the Thunderpath, go catch something for StarClan's sake."