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"Sharpstar, we have a visitor at the Northern border." A grey tabby tom with marbled whiskers and a black nose approaches the leader, lowering his head slightly.
"Why haven't you taken care of it? I don't have all day to gossip." Sharpstar turned his burning gaze away from the busying clan below the high-cliff and over to the slope where Aspenclaw stood.
"Should I go--"
Sharpstar cut the tom off with a wave of his tail and bounded down the high-cliff's slope, dislodging small stones as he landed on the pine needle covered ground. "I'll see to it myself Aspenclaw." Giving his clan-mate a quick nod, Sharpstar disappeared through the low overhang of brambles and thickets; making his way towards the Northern border.
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Bounding soundlessly over the dew frosted forest cover, he kept his senses alert, stopping occasionally to inspect certain things. He didn't take kindly to strangers, and more often than not challenged them as a way to prove his strength to other cats. However, despite this nature, he tends to his clan as if they were his kin; some of them are.
He slowed to a settled walk, chest heaving slightly and his muscles rippling under his brown marbled fur. Much like Aspenclaw, both cat's had inherited their markings from the same father, though different mothers. Their father was Oakclaw, a brave warrior who died in the last battle.
He halted at the border, and lifted his snout to the air to inspect the scents hidden behind the pine smell.

Approaching from under a shadow, you inspect the cat standing in front of you, narrowing your eyes thoughtfully. "Is this Pineclan?"