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The small kit wandered up to the WindClan border, his brows pulled together in slight concern as he took the last steps to the invisible marker before stopping, his head looking to and fro, blue eyes scanning the area before him. His nose twitched barely as he scented the air, the heavy smell of various creatures filtering into his nostrils, obvious to anyone that it showed the sign that some sort of community thrived in the territory. The brown tom looked over his shoulder warily, cleared his throat, and leaned back unsteadily on his haunches, his teeth biting the edge of his lip as he awaited for someone that resided here to approach him. He'd only hope that it was a friendly character, welcoming, at least. The life he had just left behind was brutal and it was one that he did not want to go back to. Taking one more glance behind him, he took a deep breath as he centered his attention to the grounds before him.
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