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Thornscratch
The molly trudged over to Shadowledge as she heard the boring call of Dawnstar. Thornscratch sat down away from the crowd, under the shadows. She really couldn't be bothered talking to anyone. Not today. Her copper eyes were trained on the ShadowClan leader, her ribs sticking out under a messy, golden-brown tabby pelt.
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Russetpaw
The apprentice headed over to the crowd, stalking along by the edge until she found a comfortable place to sit. Her pale green eyes were directed at her paws, just intending to listen quietly.