Talk with Sundust over, Cinderpaw padded into the gathering. A blank look was imprinted on her face as she stayed with the now-dispersing crowd of Thunderclan cats. There was no way she was talking with any other clan, especially after last moon - to give people the hint, her claws remained unsheathed and muscles tensed. Full moon truces hardly existed anymore, and if anyone had a problem with that they should go tell the weasels the same thing they wanted to tell her.
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