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It had been far too long since WindClan had last been paid a formal visit by Doestar. The last time that they had interacted (apart from the gathering) had been moons ago, in the midst of crisis, whether it had been a battle or otherwise. Perhaps, as Doestar and the modestly-sized group of RiverClan cats approached the rushing water that separated the reed-covered marsh from the high slopes and fragrant heather of the moor, they would be able to interact without the sound of anguished cries fresh in their ears. The small she-cat, still plump from the bounty of Greenleaf and early Leaf-fall but progressively becoming more lean as Leaf-bare approached, paused as she crept across the stones, her gaze flitting to the waving grasses that lay across the tumultuous waters before them.