Snarlfang scented the Thunderclanners before he saw them. The golden-ginger tom raised his tail to alert any cats behind him who may not have noticed. He flicked his gaze quickly to Halfgaze and Goldenstar, wondering if they'd say anything or not. The tom widened his stance just in case, preparing himself for the worst. However, it was a gathering night, and everyone was supposed to honor the truce. He wiggled his nose, the side of his jaw with his snaggletooth wrinkling up. Those mangy Thunderclan cats better not try anything. They always put their paws where they aren't needed. The 28 moon old tom shook his head slightly and looked at his fellow clanmates,
wondering what his patrol would do next.
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