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Tornadoclaw raced to the border. It was moon high, and he was going to meet her. His mate. The thunderclan Tom pounded forward, his heart racing. He scented the farmiliar scent of ___.
Ravenclaw bounced towards the RiverClan border. The RiverClan she-cat scented her mate, Torandoclaw. She sighed with relief, racing towards the border.