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Slale nodded and quickly marched on forwards, determined not to be the slacker of the group. The actual flakes of ash and soot were getting more noticeable here; he could see his companions getting covered in the pitch-black shades, complimenting their fur pattern. As for the tom, the ash didn't make much of a difference. It was quite bothersome, yes, but it hardly stood out against his already darkened pelt.
The river shouldn't be too far away from here, he thought, trying to use his nose to sniff out some sort of stream or brook. All he smelled was the burnt air and the stench of ThunderClan, however. It pleased him to realize that no patrols had passed this way so far; was it true that the so-called 'brave' clan was slacking off on their border? In this way, Shale felt quite smug.
Never so great as they assume they are, yes?
His eyes narrowed and his legs picked up the slack, bounding forwards in an effort to see ahead.