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Dew
The large alabaster and ginger tom padded through the territory, scrunching his nose at the scent of the Shadowclan cats. It hadn't yet settled with him that they were staying there and he despised the scent they brought with them. He glanced back at Silversong and tilted his head, "Are you used to
that scent yet?" He asked, referring to the scent of pine and sap that he'd grown to hate so much.