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| rdfs:label | |
| rdfs:comment | - Madric is a ragged brown tabby tom with notched ears, and a scar across his muzzle.
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| familyt | |
| affie | |
| pastaffie | |
| deadbooks | |
| namest | |
| postdeath | |
| speaker a | |
| Gruppe | |
| speaker b | |
| lebend | |
| speaker c | |
| familyl | |
| quote a | - Oi! You down there! What are you doing?
- Stop right there, Madric!
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| namesl | |
| quote b | - Go away, Violet. These cats were trespassing.
- We're just passing through. Don't worry.
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| quote c | - Nonsense. This is my brother, Barley, and his friend Ravenpaw. They are welcome anywhere, do you understand? Anywhere.
- I'l decide what I worry about, thank you. You're not from around here. You don't smell like kittypets, but you don't smell like the woods, either. Who are you?
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| livebooks | |
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| speaker h | |
| quote h | - You don't think you're getting away that easily, do you?
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| speaker g | |
| quote g | |
| quote d | - Come on. I don't think they'll bother us again. You're way out of your depth here, old cat. Go back to your nest.
- Calm down. We're not doing anyone harm.
- We live on a farm.
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| speaker d | |
| Mentor | |
| Speaker | - The narrator introducing Madric
- Violet's warning to Ravenpaw and Barley
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| apps | |
| Clan | |
| Description | - Madric confronting Ravenpaw and Barley about their apparent trespassing
- Madric being forced to give up his pursuit of Ravenpaw and Barley
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| Quote | - "And try to stay out of Madric's way. I'd like to say that he’s all snarl and no bite, but I don't trust him."
- A ragged-furred brown tabby was crouched on top of the fence, glaring down at them. A scar across his muzzle and notches in his ears suggested that he wasn't afraid of a fight.
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| Death | |
| Bild | |
| ref | - Ravenpaw's Farewell, chapter 2
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| speaker f | |
| quote f | - I don't like the look of you. This is my home, and I claim all hunting rights in this part of the woods. You're not welcome.
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| abstract | - Madric is a ragged brown tabby tom with notched ears, and a scar across his muzzle.
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