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She frowned softly at Thunderchaser nonchalant suggestion. Predators did not rip off legs of prey and leave the body to rot. No dog, no badger, no fox would ever do this. That was the work of something more sinister. She suppressed a shiver that ran up her spine. Did Shadowclan plant this here? It didn't seem like their style, frankly; then again, Riverclan had rubbed a lot of cats the wrong way recently.
Deerspark snorted at Thunderchaser, to which she gave a small, appreciative smile. She followed him out, and marked the border. "Come on," she said to her patrol mates. "Let's get out of here before it gets too late."