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The calico warrior lead them deep into the labyrinth of pines, all the way to ShadowClan’s outside border. She pushed her way through a tangle of thick undergrowth, and paused to survey what waited on the other side. In the middle of a small was an old Jeep, eaten up with rust and claimed by dense vines and bracken, the windshield shattered, the tires flat. The vehicle had clearly been abandoned in the forest for a number of years, and weathered, exposed to the elements.
“It’s a monster skeleton.” The she-cat mewed, awed.