“I can tell that you are still a tom,” Bluestar added, “despite the Twoleg stench that clings to your fur.” “What do you mean—still a tom?” “You haven’t yet been taken by the Twolegs to see the Cutter,” meowed Bluestar gravely. “You would be very different then. Not quite so keen to fight a Clan cat, I suspect!” Rusty was confused. He suddenly thought of Henry, who had become fat and lazy since his visit to the vet. Was that what Bluestar meant by the Cutter?
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