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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 11, 2019 12:47:12 GMT -5
Algaestar dipped her head. “Then we won’t hunt any squirrels or fish in agreement,” she said. She thought for a moment, then flicked her tail toward the west side of the river. “There’s a dead monster in the middle of the meadow that way,” she said. “It’s safe. We could possibly meet there.” At least to get their bearings and talk everything out. However, she still had to talk to the rest of her Clan about splitting the meadow, and she wasn’t sure how’d they’d all take it.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 11, 2019 12:52:36 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
Dawnstrike looked between the two leaders. He hoped he would be invited along as well. He would love to be able to tell that story to his own kits someday, about witnessing the first ever meeting between the two leaders of 'LeafClan' and FloodClan. He would have to ask Algaestar about it on the way back. And, he was a respectable warrior right? Steadfast loyal ("that she-cat is definitely not pretty," he thought to himself over and over) and a strong fighter. He held the code to the highest standard and only ever did anything to honour his clan. Why shouldn't he be brought along as well? Yes. He would most definitely beg- I mean, ask- to be brought along on the way back to camp. |
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Post by Lycaonia on Jul 11, 2019 13:28:27 GMT -5
Iceheart huffed contentedly. She would have attacked the strange cats in an instant if Kestrelstar had ordered her to, but she was glad it wasn't necessary. Fostering a good relationship could only help Leafclan in the future, especially since this was one border they wouldn't have to watch for signs of rogues. The 'Floodclan' cats had a very distinct scent and it would be easy to tell if they crossed the new Border. Though they probably felt the same about Leafclan at this point.
The white she-cat let her tail relax and it flicked contentedly behind her. Perhaps the meeting between the Clans would be better made a regular thing as well. Shaking out her soft pelt, Iceheart rolled her shoulders, feeling the hard-won muscle shift and relax under her skin. She'd suggest it to Kestrelstar on the way back. While Floodclan weren't their Clanmates and definitely shouldn't be treated as such, perhaps they would make good allies, especially if they did come from the same place LeafClan did.
Eyeing the reddish tom she had spoken to earlier, she decided it was probably a good idea to maybe foster some good blood at this initial meeting. She caught his eye, smiling slightly and flicking a friendly ear. She threw a contented look at their talking Leaders and nodded her head lightly. She wanted this to work out, she felt it could be a good thing for both Clans if they both worked at it. She could only hope the FloodClan cats felt the same.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 11, 2019 16:23:50 GMT -5
Dawnstrike-Meadow, on patrol-
Dawnstrike's eyes flicked upwards at the sight of movement, and he caught the twitch and friendly smile from the she-cat as she gestured between the two leaders. He stared at her, baffled for a brief moment, eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure out a difficult problem, when suddenly his ears perked up. He nodded slowly, before gaining a bit more of a firm, speedy nod, and offered a smile of alliance back. She looked like a capable warrior, like one of his own, not some common rogue. Why be hostile? Plus, this would help make the second meeting, the more formal and political one, easier and less tense, if he had a friend on the other side.
LeafClan cats may even have things they could teach the FloodClan cats. They looked like they were built differently, and there was not even a trace of dampness on any of their pelts, nor the scent of river water. Maybe they could all help each-other. FloodClan cats could teach LeafClan cats how to swim, and LeafClan cats could teach FloodClan to do... whatever they did instead of swimming. Dawnstrike supposed maybe they climbed in trees - like some of the rogues - or maybe they had better vision than he would in deep forest terrain. He wouldn't mind an alliance if it meant he could learn how to see past all the deep, dark undergrowth that clogged his vision in the more dense areas of the territory. His tail curled upwards, tip bent forward.
Then, he remembered he was in front of newcomers from another clan - which definitely could be an enemy as well, though he was favouring allies - and that rogues could easily be watching them as well, and a fresh batch of adrenaline and anxiety crawled up his back, hair rising with it, though he attempted to remain seemingly friendly. He didn't want to startle his friend on the opposite side of the meadow. |
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 11, 2019 18:51:39 GMT -5
Algaestar nodded, then turned around. "Oh, and it's Algaestar," she meowed before shooing her cats back toward the falls with her tail. "Back to camp." She wondered if she should bring some more cats to the next meeting this time. Definitely Mudsplash, since he seemed to have brought his own deputy. And perhaps Pigeontuft. Her mind was already reeling with more thoughts as they started heading back.
Loonpaw turned to look at her mentor with huge eyes. "We didn't even get to fight them!" she whined, her fur fluffed up as if prepared to fight them the entire time. Algaestar rolled her eyes and gave Loonpaw a gentle cuff around the ear.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 11, 2019 19:55:20 GMT -5
Dawnstrike
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"You two better be grateful we didn't end up in a fight with them," Dawnstrike shuddered at the idea of having to take on the other cats. Though they were skinny, and seemed a bit more desperate for food than they should have for a supposed clan, they were clearly well-trained. It was hard to miss the well-defined muscles hidden beneath thick pelts of forest-darkened fur. Dawnstrike looked back to Loompaw and Petalfall. Though he knew better than to doubt his own clan mates, he was uncertain of how those two would have handled themselves in a fight against battle-trained cats, "Those cats? They would have been a real fight. Especially that she-cat. Twice your size, easily." Dawnstrike shook his head out, and looked ahead.
Dawnstrike looked to Algaestar. He would ask once they were back onto familiar terrain. He wanted to be there. He felt a strong pull to be present. To make his forefathers proud, and to see those other clan cats again. Despite his loyalties, they fascinated him. He had never heard mention of these strange foreign clan cats before, and he was dying to know more information about them. Their battle tactics, if they climbed the trees that made up most of their territory, why there were so skinny when prey was so flush. Dawnstrike simply had to be there. If Algaestar didn't allow him to come, he would sneak anyway, or cross the newly made border, if he had to. |
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