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(Any cats you want to be killed off, well, Neverwing will gladly do it if there isn't a battle or something to do it.)
Neverwing had left the clan meeting, and was now weaving through the trees of the forest. He had left the territory, and was now in the outskirts. Licking his jaws, he sniffed the air. No cat's up wind of him, nor any prey... such a pity. The maine-coon tom licked a paw, dragging it over his whiskers. Each of those ThunderClan cats were idiots, fools... Well, except Blackstorm. Thinking of the one cat Neverwing actually cared about brought a smile to the young tom's face, as he wandered through the forest.
ThunderClan's Traitor
