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Stormfur ran off back to the warriors’ den. Brambleclaw was right, he couldn’t hide anything.

The shiny morning of the day of the gathering was pleasant. It was overcast, and cooler than usual, but still not too bad, a signal of the onset of Leaf-Fall.

While it was still half dark, Brambleclaw got up to lead the dawn patrol with Brightheart, Whitewing, and Mousepaw.

It was mostly clear. Nothing wrong along most of the ShadowClan border, although there was some more stale fox scent.

Three quarters of the way back to camp, something weird was going on. It happened for a while before Brightheart realised what was wrong. All the suspicious signs pointed in the same direction — Windclan had been there!