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It had been a serious proposition... to set about decorating the fragmented clan in the paints of impending war. Would the benefits be worth the risks? Could such a feat be accomplished, coordinated and fruitful for both invading parties? The logistics rushed around in her head with every stray moment it had to consider them... And had come to a standstill at some point in the dead of night.
Waking the next morning, she had waited patiently for Salmonshade to make her departure from the fronds of green leafed shrouds... and then set about the task of summoning up those who were most fit to hear this proposal, those who ought to be trusted to have voices on the matter. "Meet with me," in one set of ears, "We have something... to discuss," to another... picking her way through the bustle of a camp focused on getting itself in a state of repair. Many of them had apprentices to shoo off, find tasks for... but the wait wasn't long and she swore she'd caught a gleam of intrigue in a sharp pair of crystalline eyes to have been summoned.
With every addition to her den, she'd bowed her greetings, waiting with a headcount on repeat until they'd all successfully appeared. Snakeblink, who'd been on this council longer than even she had. Iciclefang, whose freezing temperament left no room for nonsense. Ferngill, a cat whose moral code did not flinch from hardship. Foxtail, one that had recently learned to find his voice after extending too many patient paws for his own good. Beefang, with a love for justice unwavering and clear. Hazecloud, gifted with a tongue as silver as her pelt and a loyalty she never had to question. Moonbeam, the talk-piece of the heavens and adjudicator of their will.
"I won't... talk your ears... off," she starts, lifting her head with an air of confidence that had been practiced even as an act when sincerity for it couldn't find her. "Mirestar knows... about Splashdance." She realizes, in this moment, that there are those amongst this group that were not privy to the truth of it... and would require some explaining now. She'd warned Beefang once that an open mind was necessary for those that served beside her... Hopefully she'd remember that.
"And has no... interest in war... with us.... and does not... wish her back..." Because even they understood it would be more alike a hostage exchange than a family reunion. "However..." Her whiskers twitch, stirring up her courage to press forward on this proposition, one she'd decided would be of great benefit to RiverClan.
"They've proposed... an ambush... on ThunderClan.... a united assault... to claim territory... before leaf-bare." Her claws sink into the ground, as if suddenly starving as she adds, "We can get.... Sunningrocks... back." -
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