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A frustrated brown-and-white tom stormed in the clearing, carrying a messily caught rabbit. He threw it over to the fresh-kill pile and sat at the edge of the clearing. His unsheathed claws tore up the ground in front of him.
I can't believe Chestnutfeather would just ditch me to talk to some sad RiverClan cats over the border! He thought angrily. He looked down, feeling his stomach growl but didn't bother getting something.
He didn't even back me up!