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Embercry yawned, stalking into the clearing. Although his muscles had atrophied while he'd been held hostage by twolegs, he'd gone on a handful of patrols since then and was as lean and muscular as his clanmates.
The tom picked his way between the clusters of other cats until he finally found a spot near some apprentices who smelled strongly of Thunderclan.
I don't recognize about a quarter of these cats. How long have I been gone, really?