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    Duststream walked out of her den, the sun warming her pelt. She stretched out, and walked over to the freshkill pile. She picked out a nice plump mouse and ate it, her belly full, no longer growling with hunger. She got up and saw tinyfrost. "hello tinyfrost, how are you?" she asked.

    "Hi Tinyfrost,"She meowed, between mouthfuls, she looked at the cats that was appearing"And hello to you,"she mewed to the other cat, sinking back onto her haunches happily.

    "Hi Dustream, Hi Fantasydawn", Tinyfrost welcomed them warmly. "and sure I would like to go on a border patrol.

    Hurricaneclaw, a rouge, was hiding and listening. "So, they're going on a border patrol?," he thought, "Well, I'm bored. I'll be sure to get them to notice me."

    Fanatsydawn flexed her sharp, claws. "Yes, i do, and whoever it is, better come out right now,"She meowed, loudly, making sure whatever was there could hear her properly. Fantasydawn took a step forward, and unseathed her claws.

    "Always so aggressive before you meet me," he mewed, "but I'm used to it." Hurricaneclaw unsheathed his own claws.

    Fantasydawn narrowed her eyes, and gave him a long, icy stare, enough to twist the insides of a badger. "You f***en mouse brain, you think you can stroll onto our territory and think you can get away with it?!,"She snalred, spitting at his feet. Unsheathing her claws, she took a threatening step forward, in the process, her claws banged hard against a rock, making a sound, and claw marks scratching deep across it.

    Fantasydawn had dealt with many stupid tresspasses during the cat years, but none of them were as stupid as this one, because they always fleeed as soon as they saw her sharp, deadly teeth, and heart-stabbing claws. Fantasydawn took another step forward, untill she towered over the small cat as if it were a kit.

    Hurricaneclaw stood tall. He was big, not small. And he wasn't so cowardly he'd be frightened by sharp claws. He'd seen much worse in his life.

    Fantasydawn still towered over him, despite as he tried to stand taller, "kittypet you are,"She mewed coldly, once, a cat tresspassed on the territory, and refused to leave. By then, she had ripped it to parts. "You know what?,"She snarled vicously, flexing her sharp claws, "I love this job,"She hissed, then with saying that, she leapt, claws out stretched.