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Stormcall's broad shoulders suddenly tightened, as if she had braced against a bitter wind, her eyes reduced to slits of cold fire.
ShadowClan had taken WindClan.
The deputy's claws unsheathed involuntarily, and suddenly, the stimuli of clearing flooded her senses all at once--the weary dread in Sootstar's tone, the acidic glare of Kestrelwing, the murmurs of shock and alarm--
She drew in a deep, steadying breath. Images of Dawnstar haphazardly dividing and defeating an enervated WindClan flashed in her mind. She forced her mind to grow quiet, imagining deep pools of lazy water gathering in eddys beneath the rapids, the cooling mist of the river.
Now was not the time for wrath and recklessness. Now was the time for calculative vindication. Dawnstar was a loose canon, an agent of chaos. It would take precision to contain her.