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Goosefury was laying half-in, half-out of the warriors den, his eye narrowed in concentration. There was a new cat in the clearing. One he'd never seen before, yet one that looked rather familiar. He couldn't put his paw on it, on that strange feeling of familiarity. He was meant to be a camp guard, his job to keep an eye on suspicious activity around the main clearing, but this she-cat didn't seem suspicious, only merely out of place.
That was, until he suddenly caught the unmistakeable scent of ShadowClan, and when he saw Ripplepaw trotting closer to the stranger, he couldn't remain seated any longer.
He hopped up and hurried across the clearing, his single eye sparking with wariness and the fur along his spine beginning to rise. He paused a few steps behind Ripplepaw and peered at the newcomer - or, rather,
up at her, because she was that much taller than him, but peered at her all the same. The majority of his burning disgust for the wetlands-dwelling Clan may have been shifted over onto Sparrowsnap, but he was still studying her carefully, obviously distrustful.
"Who are you?" It was a simple question, but asked with a sense of authoritarian command and requesting much more than just a name.