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Lionstar scented a rabbit as he padded through the thick forest. The tom crouched down low to the cold ground. Taking very slow steps, the leader couldn't see the white prey against the snow. But then a white flash appeared and Lionstar ran towards the darting animal. Leafless trees and bare bushes blurred past his vision as the chase began. Leaping high into the brisk air, the orange tom relished his claws and pounced on his prey.

A small trickle of blood stained the snow-covered ground. Lionstar was proud of kill, but as he bent down to retrieve his prey, but a familiar scent. Too familiar. He would never forget him, not after killing his apprentice, Frostpaw. She was too valuable to lose, yet he killed her like she was nothing more than dust.

Lionstar peered through a row of bushes, looking for the tomcat. Yellow eyes burned into his amber eyes, as he saw the cat who he dreaded for many, many moons.

"Sol!"

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