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    The she-cat lay down the rabbit at the middle of the camp. "Warriors of Shadowclan?" She called. "I have come to join you, and in respect, I have brought an offering." What was she thinking? They wouldn't buy her offering, or her compliments. Shadowclan were ferocious and cruel, cats of the dark pine forest. She had to give it a shot though, as she admired their courage and brute strength.

    Quillfur stood at the camp entrance, watching what was happening. This, he knew, could go either way for the bold she-cat. Best not to get involved at the critical moment, lest he tip the scales the wrong way - which he always seemed to do.

    An overpowering grey cat towered her, looking down. ' A rouge, that wants to join ShadowClan? Thats reasonable. Come with me. ' he led her down to the leaders den.

    She looked she just got back from hunting. She dropped her kill into the pile and saw the rouge she-cat. She was proud that a cat would like to join shadowclan. A wise cat she is. she thought and went back to hunting.