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Making his way across the distance between the two anti-clans, the tuxedo finally found his way to the Tribe's markings. Standing by the border, the head shanghai contemplated whether or not he should continue further. Coming to terms with himself, the tom stepped over the stretch of land and continued onto the camp, once arriving Flick decided his words.
Cats had suggested a party to help create and join their allies. After the large attack from RadicalClan, they'd decided they should get back on their feet. He and Voltaire had discussed ideas together and, after finding a foamy liquid(rum/beer) that had a similar effect as catnip in their abandoned ship, it was going to be pirate themed party. There would be food, drinks and even a treasure game with coins they'd found.
Opening his mouth, he let out a yowl that still held a respectful tone. "Tribe of Many Storms, Skulls hereby invites you to a formal party held on our territory!"
(ooc; sticky?)
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