[font=century gothic]Inkdrop trotted to the WindClan border and after a moment of thought sat down. As ShadowClan medicine cat, he was pretty sure he could pass any boundary he felt like, but he didn't want to get on anyone's bad side.
Maybe he'd meet that WindClanner Wingpaw here. But his target was a tom, the tom that had some time with his sister Burnpaw.
May I join
[font=century gothic]Sure! Basically my ShadowClan medicine cat is sitting at the WindClan border right now :) His sister might be following along soon
Blazefoot looked was walking when she spotted ink drop she ran towards him "do you need to be escorted?"
I padded over to the medicine cat that was sitting there. " May I ask what are you doing here?" I asked.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]There was no need for Calmstar to make any demands of his own when two of his Clanmates had already done as much, so he let his expression do the talking as he slide up next to Blazefoot. [/justify][/fancypost]
Blazefoot looked at calmstar Blazefoot dipped her head with respect " do you need escorting?" She asked in a gentle voice
Burnpaw followed her brother, sighing. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. "Inkdrop... this is a bad idea. We should head back... what are we doing? Oh goodness..."
Blazefoot looked at burnpaw OOC: is ink drop and burnpaw shadow clan?
[size=9pt]It seemed there was always a crowd gathering somewhere or another. Curious at the scent of Shadowclanner, Projectionanimus wandered over, flicking his ear and looking the scene over. Wowzers, that was Inkdrop, wasn't it? The tom had seen the Medicine Cat now and then, usually over in Shadowclan territory of course, but as always, the experience of meeting cats face to face was always a bit different.
"Calmstar, look out!" he called, picking up the pack and moving to put himself between the Leader and the Meddy Cat. "Shadowclan cat!"[/size]
Blazefoot hissed at the cat angrily she said "watch where your going and I am here for calmstar and there was no harm down plus its a medicine cat " she hissed
Blazefoot looked around at all the cats
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 340px][justify][sub]Lisapaw padded up to join the slowly gathering cats with a look of open suspisicion on her face, but like Calmstar, said nothing. She'd let her clanmates do the talking.
Blazefoot saw the apprentice sitting there she wondered why is it here what it should be doing is retrieving its clan mates Blazefoot let out a growl then stopped herself and just sat next to calmstar not talking
[font=century gothic]"I'm here to assassinate Calmstar with my legendary fighting skills," Inkdrop said lightly, nodding to the cats. "One sec, please. And I was joking, yep." He turned to Burnpaw. "You gotta know who he is, right!? Your kits will want to know, Nineteen and Artistic and all the rest will want to know." Maybe he was a famous tom or something. What if he wants to see the kits and and The tom hadn't attacked Burnpaw, so he doubted there would be any trouble. Inkdrop planned to go along anyway, but he really cared for his sister and didn't want to stress her out.
Blazefoot glared at inkdrop
[size=9pt]He puffed out his chest, turning to face Inkdrop and nodding in respect. He could respect a Medicine Cat-- his mother had been one after all-- but it was right to be wary of otherclanners, especially after all the mayhem he constantly heard about and saw going on. No cat was perfect, not even WindClanners, but it was certainly better to trust your own cats and be cautious round everyone else.
"No disrepect Sir. I just want to keep my clan safe and I heard ShadowClanners are all really great fighters."
Flicking his ears, he visibly calmed a bit, listening with curiosity to what the ShadowClanner said to his sister. For a moment Probro's nicer side took over without hesitation, and he almost offered to say that he could help them find whoever it was they were looking for. But that would be like offering a WindClanner up on a silver platter for these guys, and that wasn't a good way to think![/size]
[font=century gothic]Inkdrop nodded to Probro. "Thanks, bro," he said - all he needed was the 'Pro' and he would've gotten his name right. Inkdrop didn't want to mention the recent issues with the junkyard and the rat invasion. WindClan would probably move even further away if they heard about it.