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    Elijah got to his paws and set off along the shore, frowning slightly. It was daybreak; the brown tabby hadn't fully adjusted to the ArcadianClan way of life, and had been wakened by some noisy young cats - apprentices, or kittens.


    After trying and failing to get to sleep again, he'd decided to take an early morning stroll - originally he'd planned to hunt, but when he scented the air, only the salty sea-smell came back to him. So he gave up on that idea, and settled for just walking.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][size=8]thomas had strayed far from hawkclan without realising. the russian blue tom frowned as he noticed a figure. who was that?