Misk looked around. She was scared. She had no idea what was going on, as she moved into the dangerous BloodClan territory. One thing she did know, was that she had never found home since her twolegs abandoned her. What would happen to her, in this place that smelled like rotten crow-food. She quickly glanced around, hoping that no tom would notice the heat scent coming of her like a spotlight in the night.
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