Blake was waiting for the patrol to return with news. He was anxious about the prey stealing; even though he was a leader, he wanted to sink his claws into the ThornClan leader's throat. That's vile! he scolded himself.
He spotted Snowbell by the fresh-kill pile and trotted over to join her.
"Hi, Snowbell," he greeted her with a touch of his nose.
"Hello," she gave him a small lick on the muzzle.
Blake purred and grabbed a mouse from the pile and sat down next to his mate.
"I hear about ThornClan stealing our prey," Snowbell mewed. "They have enough, why steal it from us?"
"That's what I'm wondering,"...
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