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Icefoot/Deputy/Windclan Camp

Icefoot sat confidently at the edge of the well protected camp, his head slightly tilted as he watched Windclan cats mill around camp. His tail was curled around his white paws that were neatly in front of him, and his shining black fur sat perfectly on his back, not wavered by the wind on the moor. 'When will the patrols be back? It's past sunhigh and I can't send out any more cats yet.' Icefoot suddenly got to his feet, tail flicking crossly. He glanced at Snowstar's den before briskly padding out of camp, his small but agile body hidden in the long grass. The black tom moved swiftly, his jade green eyes darting everywhere and his ears pricked, alert for any sign of the patrols. He knew this idea wasn't wise, but there was no need to alert the clan, or even Snowstar. Icefoot convinced himself he was just taking a walk.

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