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BILL.
Eagleflight bared his teeth in a ferocious hiss at the ShadowClanners as he followed his deputy out of camp.
How DARE that old flea-bag talk to Lionstorm like that? Who does she think she is? His tail lashed behind him, stirring up pine needles in his wake. He wondered what Lionstorm had planned for their next move. If he knew the rowdy RiverClan deputy, the golden warrior would never just turn tail like that, not when justice needed to be served. He couldn't seem to think of what he might be planning, though. Once they were out of earshot, he stopped.
"What now? We're not just leaving, are we?" He asked the deputy. His fur was still bristling with anger at ShadowClan, and his hunger for battle had not been sated yet.