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Shrewstep arrived promptly, the new warrior more nervous than many of his counterparts would likely be. He planned to excuse his absence from the den that night with hunting, and he had indeed killed a thrush to take back with him. He too wore a scent that was not his own, having found some prey a fox had killed the day before and scented himself with it. It had been unpleasant, but the musk of the predator would provide a plausible cause of death for the Riverclan warrior. Foxes were always to much for any one cat alone, as this one would hopefully be.
His pawsteps light on the ground, he searched for Talonstone and Ashenpaw in the gloom. They were not immediately obvious, but he was able to at last discern a shape as his eyes grew used to the lack of light. He slid quietly towards the older warrior and lowered himself down beside him, saying nothing. They should stay quiet, make sure they didn't attract any attention and hope the others showed up soon.