firepaw, or rusty, as his collar said, entered the camp of thunderclan with clear nervousness. his tail stayed tucked tight below his stomach and ears flattened against his head. although surrounded by those he felt safe with, bluestar, lionheart and whitestorm, he continued to feel the unnerving stare of shocked, somewhat disgusted warriors of the clan as a kittypet was brought inside. whispers and mutters arise from the previous silence, “what was bluestar thinking?” “a kittypet? really?”
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