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Mad King
Shinefang's first clue that he was back in Starlan territory
again came when he felt a light and sweet-smell breeze rolled over him and moved his pelt. Normally that didn't happen while he was tucked inside his den. Groaning, he opened his eye and sat up. Here he was again among the lush, rolling fields of Starclan. "Really? This is the third time I've been here in a moon," the golden-furred old tomcat grumbled. He glanced around expecting to see Slatepelt's shimmering form but it seemed for once he was alone. "I know I've said something like this everytime now, but just to reiterate, if I'm dead I'll make the face of the next cat I see as ugly as mine," he remarked in shout, cast his remaining eye around. This place was a lot more eerie when it was just him.