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"Deathstorm," he glared at the rooster. "What in the world are you doing?"
He looked away from Cherrypaw and smiled again. "Oh,nothing," He replied.
Expression icy, Shadwing strode around Deathstorm, pacing, scrutinizing the rooster cautiously. "You know what this looks like, don't you?" he hissed in his ear, just loud enough that Deathstorm could hear. "Aspspur won't be very happy with your performance tonight, will he? What's a little hen going to do--tell some fabulous story that no one will believe?" he shot one last warning look before retreating to one side, glancing between Cherrypaw and Deathstorm.