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[Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy]

Blackthorn padded into camp. His old shoulder wound aching. He'd recently moved to IceClan. He'd been a bit hesitant. He'd been FireClan deputy for moons before his son had taken over, then retired. Never did he think of leaving yet another Clan. He'd once lived as a warrior in TreeClan, and left to become FireClan's deputy. Now he had come to join his family in IceClan. His parents lived here as well as his siblings. His brother was IceClan's new deputy, and his long time friend had become leader.

He had been lucky enough to be welcomed here but he knew there would be some issues at first with cats having to accept that fact.

[Willowpool]

I was probably enjoying IceClan more than my mate was, the cold air brushing against my thick fur being a relief compared to the hellish heat I was forced through in FireClan. I yawned as I peaked out from the warriors den, slightly missing the strong smell of herbs and flowers in the morning. Oh well, I was willing to give up these things for Blackthorn. I blinked as I watched said cat walk into camp, eyes narrowing on his shoulder.

I let out a grumpy sigh and headed towards him, fluffy tail swishing wildly behind me. "You better not be working that shoulder too hard, or I'll send you back to FireClan to have Crowwing look at it. I trust him more than these herb sniffers up here." Aside from my usual blunt and expressive tone, I had a playful glint in my eyes as I leaned over to give a quick lick to his cheek.