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Camp had become familiar in the weeks following the battle with ThunderClan. The ThunderClan scent had faded, and Jasper thought he had gotten the hang of forest life. The only things preventing Jasper from feeling comfortable in SkyClan now were the other cats. It wasn’t anything they had done or said; no, it was just him being awkward. Back when he had lived in Whitehart, his colony consisted of his mother, two of his aunts, and all their kittens. Consequently he had known every cat in the colony either all his life or all theirs. Now he was surrounded by strangers, and he had no idea how to get to know them, or even if he really wanted to. The idea of them knowing him made his spine prickle.

Still, being here was better than being alone. During his brief stint as a loner, Jasper had felt, though freer than he ever had, entirely inconsequential. Like he could evaporate and the world would be none the wiser. 

Things had been sort of boring since SkyClan took ThunderClan camp, but Jasper supposed he couldn’t expect a battle every week, even out in the wild.

Jasper sat by the fresh-kill pile and selected a mouse for himself. He ate and thought about how warm it was for the time of year. And just when he’d thought it was cooling down…