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"Yes, right from WindClan's territory. Freshly-killed... I'm sure hares are a delicacy in... this land." Sootstar's lip curls in discomfort, one thing she learned she hated after leaving the marshland. She hates water.
At the RiverClan patrol's paws was a peace offering disguised as a gift. Sootstar was not sorry for Weaselclaw, WindClan was not sorry for Weaselclaw, and the brown tabby was to be sorry alone. Yet... it was too early for her to truly begin to not care about her neighboring clans. Especially ones she reckoned would grow strong, Cicada never struck her as a weak tom... well- maybe he was? Weasel had apparently gotten him pretty good the tom had told her...
Still, had to be stronger than some of the other leaders that stepped forward... That Ember she-cat and... Bl... Blaze? Whatever the hell his name was.
She didn't want to be friends with RiverClan, she didn't want any friendly commitments to be made. She just wanted to ensure her throat wouldn't get slit in her sleep by a RiverClan ambush.
"Don't worry, you don't have to repay the favor. A gift." What could they possibly eat here anyways? Fish...? They sure smell like they do. The woman's ebony nose wrinkles.
With her is Coldpaw, Hare, and of course... Weasel.
Soot needed the former barn cat to apologize for his "wrongdoings", she didn't care if he meant it. She didn't care if he lied through his teeth, but he best make it damn convincing. Coldpaw and Hare were merely here as a backup in case anyone went south, and to show off that she grew in numbers too.
"So where is... Cicada...? My warrior, Weasel, has a few words to say to him. All very polite words I assure you, right Weasel?" She nudges him with her shoulder.
// @WEASEL @Coldpaw | Coldkill @HARE
RiverClan is free to post whenever, just be sure to let WindClan post before we get too ahead of ourselves c:
At the RiverClan patrol's paws was a peace offering disguised as a gift. Sootstar was not sorry for Weaselclaw, WindClan was not sorry for Weaselclaw, and the brown tabby was to be sorry alone. Yet... it was too early for her to truly begin to not care about her neighboring clans. Especially ones she reckoned would grow strong, Cicada never struck her as a weak tom... well- maybe he was? Weasel had apparently gotten him pretty good the tom had told her...
Still, had to be stronger than some of the other leaders that stepped forward... That Ember she-cat and... Bl... Blaze? Whatever the hell his name was.
She didn't want to be friends with RiverClan, she didn't want any friendly commitments to be made. She just wanted to ensure her throat wouldn't get slit in her sleep by a RiverClan ambush.
"Don't worry, you don't have to repay the favor. A gift." What could they possibly eat here anyways? Fish...? They sure smell like they do. The woman's ebony nose wrinkles.
With her is Coldpaw, Hare, and of course... Weasel.
Soot needed the former barn cat to apologize for his "wrongdoings", she didn't care if he meant it. She didn't care if he lied through his teeth, but he best make it damn convincing. Coldpaw and Hare were merely here as a backup in case anyone went south, and to show off that she grew in numbers too.
"So where is... Cicada...? My warrior, Weasel, has a few words to say to him. All very polite words I assure you, right Weasel?" She nudges him with her shoulder.
// @WEASEL @Coldpaw | Coldkill @HARE
RiverClan is free to post whenever, just be sure to let WindClan post before we get too ahead of ourselves c: