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Zamieć closed his blue-grey eyes for a moment and stuff, nearly full grown now after months of wandering, on the border of SkyClan. The snow tiger could not feel emotion, but if he had been able to, the male might have felt a number of things. Loss, for he would have missed his sister Peppermint deeply; excitement, for he was about to join a new Clan; maybe even joy, for he'd matured some in the last fee moons. He had learned some things, such as what could kill and you and what was safe, who to avoid, and who to talk to if he needed help. The emotionless male didn't speak much, either, and when he did much muttering and grunting was involved, but at least he had learned how to tell who would lead him on to disappointment and who was a truly good soul. Treelike legs planted firmly, stumpy paws below them on the ground, he swung his large tail back and forth and sighed. The mountains, the cold, the birds. He may not have known it at the time, but to this son of Permafrost it was a place that felt like home.
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