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| - Rip could feel it. It was on the wind, the scent of the air, the ground. Rip knew that the cats were leaving. He could taste it. The wind blew through his fur, his long claws on the rock. It was hot and humid, and he could see four clearings as to where the four clans were. Another wave of air blew against Rip, and he jumped down, his tail a mere shimmer as it disappeared into the shadows. There wasn't much Rip could do. All he could do was sit and wait.
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| - Rip could feel it. It was on the wind, the scent of the air, the ground. Rip knew that the cats were leaving. He could taste it. The wind blew through his fur, his long claws on the rock. It was hot and humid, and he could see four clearings as to where the four clans were. Another wave of air blew against Rip, and he jumped down, his tail a mere shimmer as it disappeared into the shadows. He would need food, food and water...Rip grabbed his catch and threw it into his dark, breezy cave. Inside it was a comforting mid-darkness, pools of water which were cold like ice, and he lapped at them momentarily. Rip sniffed the air once again. It was there, quickly building strength. Rip swept out of the cave, his long fur hanging down his sides. The forest around him was swifting from side to side, as if they knew too. Rip heard a loud crack, confirming what he knew was going to happen had begun. He wasn't nessaceraly scared, because he was safe. But Rip knew that the worst was for the cats. Smoke billowed up from the forest, and another loud crack issued from below. There wasn't much Rip could do. All he could do was sit and wait.
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