The white medicine cat padded into the den his fur was a bit more ruffled than usual and he seemed tense. "Popstar? Simba? Hawktalon?" he called his voice a bit horse. He had been gone for an entire day, he was sure they had noticed. It seemed the other clans were out to get him specifically lately, or well at least two of them. Last time he'd sported injures from his escape. This time he'd been more lucky but lucky escapes wasn't good enough.
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