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Snarl was crouched near the dumpster, eyeing the Clan leader's family drama with a look of disgust. When Consique called his name, the silver tabby tome looked up, squinted, then shrugged. "Fine." Wait, Willow? Snarl grimaced. apprentices were almost as bad as kits, in Snarl's opinion. But he didn't comment, and he wasn't too hungry. He could eat when they get back. Snarl padded to the camp's entrance and took a seat, waiting for Consique and Willow to begin their sweep.