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Halite padded into the clearing, with a plain expression on his face. Not much was happening within the Dusk Syndicate recently. Not too much drama; the only fights that occurred now were just little tidbits of arguments between fighters and hunters. Not that he
wanted drama, of course. But if he was honest with himself it certainly lit things up.
Whiskers quivering at the thought of biting into a juicy vole, the gray-pelted tomcat marched over towards the fresh-kill pile. He had high expectations for prey right now, and just as he expected, there was an overflowing abundance of food just waiting to be eaten up.
But before he could eat, Halite realized that there was an unfamiliar scent spreading through the clearing. It was half-masked, nearly undetectable, but it was still there: the scent of a
clan cat. It was rather well marked up. Prey suddenly forgotten, and senses raised, the feline pushed his way across the sandy clearing towards the owner.
Now that he was closer, he could clearly realize that the culprit was a she-cat, but even still-
wait. That was someone he recognized, although faintly. (Halite didn't remember her name.)
I've seen her in the DS before. But why does she have clan scent now? he thought, confused.
"Excuse me?" The tomcat asked, padding up towards Woodpeckerflight and Moon. He didn't quite know what to say from there-
nice going with your awkwardness,- but he was sure that the other cats would realize what was the problem.