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Maquis yawned from his perch on a high tree, where he could observe and gather knowledge of his clanmates. Right now, they all seemed to be asleep; apart from the night wanderers.
BloodClan was a cool clan, many friendly members and they all seemed to bond quite well another. However, Maquis was really in BloodClan just to see if he liked it enough to stay here forever; though it dawned on him a few nights ago it was not. His reasons were personal, and voicing them out would only offend them. Maybe there were other clans that offered something else, but what? Nor did Maquis know. He didn't know which clan to test next, but he was willing to find out.
Using his free powers to turn invisible, Maquis jumped down lightly from his branch and carefully, and quietly, made his way to the border. Man, he was going to miss the daily scent of the dead. He hoped they still remained if he happened to return. Not even looking over his shoulder or let a second thought enter; the blind hybrid stepped out of BloodClan's territory.
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