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"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
ThunderClan. An off-shoot of the pine group, founded by a cat who was nary more than a child when he last saw her. The scent of oak and petrichor fills his nose as he steps closer to the border, looking out towards the great trees that make up the neighboring territory. Once upon a time, he had hunted in those woods alongside the child, annoyed by her antics but complicit in her glee. She was a woman grown now, a leader. He hadn't even bothered to congratulate her. He had been so angry that she had chosen to leave, so so so so angry. Traitorous dog. His mind supplied. He shook the thought away. It didn't do him any good to think of her like that.

He'd been there as the kid grew into that leader. If he was to blame anyone for her go-get-em attitude, all he had to do was look into his own reflection.

But their was some small part of him that hoped so missed the pine group, that hoped she hadn't forgotten the cats that hadn't joined her. Maybe he was one of those.... @emberstar​
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"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​
Emberstar is not a child anymore. It hasn't been all that long since she was, but these days the moons overstay their welcome. Her steps are slower than they once were. Her days tire her out too much for that, she has a direction for all her energy now. At times a soreness in her shoulder from her old shoulder injury also slows her down, a reminder from the great battle. It is not her only scar. The great battle, Cinderfrost, the fire, all her scars twist together along her body. They tell the story of her time since arriving in these territories.

It's the smell of the pine trees that draws her toward Skyclan, fittingly. The nostalgia of the days before the battle captured her and drew her closer. Close enough to catch sight of a familiar form across the border. She blinked. Thunderclan occupied so much of her thoughts, she had half forgotten about the tom who now stood before her. She felt bad about that now that he stood before her.

Still, she shot a smile his way. The brilliance of it had been tempered by time, but it was bright nonetheless. "Heya Tugger." She greeted. "How ya doing?"​
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"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
Dark eyes brighten ever so slightly as the pointed leader comes into focus. Smaller than Blazestar but exuding life, the ginger king finds her presence to be an oddly soothing one - a call-back to simpler times in the pine group. For the first time in a long time, he feels the beginnings of a genuine smile curl his lips, though he lowers his brows and flattens his ears to appear more aloof in the moment.

"Existing. What are you doing all the way out here, kid? Don't you have warriors you command to do the petty work for you?"​
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"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​
Her head tilted in confusion at the question. "I'm not gonna just sit around in camp all day just because I'm a leader now." Emberstar told her old friend with a laugh, as if what he had suggested had been the silliest idea in the world. To her, the thought of sitting atop high rock all day giving out orders and never lifting a paw herself was absurd. Never mind how boring that would be. "Hunting and patrolling isn't "petty work," its tough and important! And how am I supposed to ask anyone else to do it if I'm not willing to do it myself?"

"Is that how Blazestar does things?" she asked after a moment, her disbelief apparent. Emberstar didn't think he would run his clan like that, she had too high of an opinion of him for that, but why would Tugger think she did otherwise?​
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"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
The ginger tom paused. He had been making a joke but in truth, he didn't know how Blazestar's days looked. He had spent so much time away from camp, seemingly only coming back to cause disaster and disgust, he hadn't had a moment to observe his new leader... or even really form a connection with him. He felt maybe it was time - it had been how long since Rain's death and the formation of the clans? - but something kept him distant from the rest of his clanmates. He felt.... left behind.... by the new SkyClan that Blazestar had been building. He had been a staple of the pine group under Rain, a cat that had earned respect through action and positive relations through longevity. Now, he felt an outsider in his own skin.

"Blazestar is still coming into his own." It was an awkward lie - a half-truth, though he didn't even know what the truth was. "He's got two apprentices to handle on top of this rogue business, all of those -" He paused. A thought had crossed his mind, quick as a rabbit, stealing his attention away from his original rambling statements. Rogues. Honey. Salamander. He hadn't thought anything of the name when she was spitting in his face, but now he felt it.... vaguely familiar...

"Your medicine cat... can I ask what happened to them? Truthfully. And who they were before their appointment?" He had heard rumors, but he had been so lost in his grief that he hadn't paid attention until he had caught Honey at the border. ....they attacked Bonejaw.... not to be trusted.... dangerous.... unstable..... Is that who his former mate was with now, lingering just beyond the SkyClan border, just out of his reach again?​
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"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​
Emberstar blinked at his reply, at the insistence that his leader was still coming into his own. In her experience, Blazestar had already come into his own. He was so much more than the unsure tom she'd met in the pine group. Now he was capable and determined in a way that she never would have anticipated. Blazestar was already an amazing leader. Wasn't he?

His next question too caught her off guard. Though it probably shouldn't have. It felt like everyone wanted to hear about Cinderfrost. Even though it was the last thing she wanted to talk about. She glanced away.

"The stars gave her the name Cinderfrost, but before that she was Salamander." Emberstar explained slowly, unsure what to really say about what had happened. There was so much. "I made the choice to banish her, because she attack the Shadowclan medicine cat." She would leave it at that, she thought, so long as Tugger didn't ask anymore questions.

"How do you like the Skyclan medicine cat? Dawnglare? What's he like?" she asked abruptly, hopping to change the topic. Emberstar didn't really know much about Dawnglare.​
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"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
Salamander. The hairs of the back of his neck stood up and he felt his tail begin to bottle-brush. So they were a pair now, a pair of vigilantes living out their shared exile due to some spat with a ShadowClanner. Under any other circumstance, he would have chuckled, but Honey's deranged, mirthless peals of laughter haunted him and her terrified eyes lingered in his mind. He could only imagine what the other one was like.

He forced his fur to lie flat, though a grimace colored his features at the mention of Dawnglare. "He's a pretentious little thing, kittypet background. Personally, I think whoever had him before laced up his collar a little too tight, he's about thirteen eggs shy of a dozen." Little weirdo with that weirdly wide, bright smile. He also kind of looked like he was thinking of murder.... particularly gruesome ones...​
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