Roaring Like A Lion||News From Darkclan||Open

[font=Cambria]Ugh, why the heck was it so cold here? Muttering to himself, the young brindled furred tomcat looked up from the snow, nodding to himself. Yup, this had to be the place, the coldest place on earth, it had to have been.
As the hot furred tomcat continued to mutter to himself, he began to think of what he was going to say to these felines of Snowclan. He wasn't at all nervous at this point, it was all going to be a piece of cake to him.
"C-Cats of S-Snowclan," he started with his teeth chattering together, shaking his fur from any loose snow flakes that dared to land on his fur. Then, at the most inconvenient moment, he suddenly had no idea on what to say. "-Is anyone home?" Ok, so he was being slightly obnoxious; of course there had to be someone here as of this very moment. This was Snowclan, right? The felines that had to endure snow and the cold each and everyday?
With dark blue oceanic optics glittering, the young feline then whipped his sleek furred head from side to side, then sat with his back straight and his tail curled around his tail. In silent hopes that he would be somewhat recognized as someone that resembled Tropicalparadise, the young feline then waited silently.

[font=Cambria]Himalyankit gazed at the darker furred tomcat, blinking his blue eyes a couple of times. At first, he was fazed, as if he was about to make a large presidential candidate speech, then had the misfortune of having his notecards all being blown away at the last second. "Yes," he meowed, shifting from side to side. "One of my leaders, Lancelot, has requested that I would visit Snowclan to tell its leaders about its current affairs and current state." The red tabby nodded again, not quite sure if this feline was the leader or not. But to be polite either way, he then meowed,"So basically, there have been some political changes; Darkclan is no longer a Pro-clan, it is a Neutral clan." That was some of what he needed to say.
With a quick swipe of his tongue, the young feline then looked down at his paws, wondering how ridiculous that he looked as of that moment. Probably very much so, since he was freezing his butt off. Apparently, most Snowclanners had nice fuzzy fur, so they weren't really bothered by the cold, the nippy cold that he was facing.

[font=Cambria]"Yes," Himalayankit meowed, taking this as an opportunity to start talking about politics. "So basically, Darkclan has officially shifted from Pro-clan to Neutral, and it is now ruled by two leaders, Savvystar, and Lancelot. So I have travelled here to find whether you still wish to be allies, neutral, and so on." The young red kit licked his chaps, then curled his tail somewhat tighter around his paws.