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Blackthorn walked into the clearing from the warriors den. The air was thick and humid, giving the area a sticky feeling. He shook his pelt and looked around. He saw that nothing new was happening so he headed towards the forest. Then he stopped, the faintest trace of Thunderclan was in the area. He sniffed again, it was very odd, it was mingled with Shadowclan. He began to wonder if someone in the clan was secretly meeting with a Thunderclan cat. He turned around and eyed Hazelkit because she was the only one in the clearing. Then he shook his head, she was only a kit, kits know better then to get involved with other cats. He turned around and headed out into the forest. Leaving the Thunderclan scent to vanish.