[Doom]

Although the stubby-legged tom was put in charge, Coldsong padded ahead of the group, leading them into WindClan territory. "This has been a tough season for WindClan, but I don't wanna hear any belly-aching from you three! We're not returning to camp until each of us has something decent to feed our Clanmates. Understood?" He shot a serious glance over his shoulder to make sure everyone agreed-upon his order. This was the first and biggest patrol he'd seen in moons, there was no time for lollygagging!

Slinking into a hunters crouch, the white tom became one with the soft snow, perking his ears and tasting the air.

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