Is it broken? Can we work it out? [open; TGS want to talk]

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    Midnight
    Biography



    Gold eye's glow bright as the shecat spotted moving figures before the three. After recieving her orders, Midnight had found the other two and quickly departed, leaving barely any time to get herbs. She could have easily found them some if they really needed them, so it wasn't like it was a nessesity. The medic just wanted to get there in the day light.


    Unfortunatly, by the time they had arrived on the boarder, it was nearing dawn, she needed to stop for a short break, not being as fit as Ling or Silencereaper might have been. The shecat had spent countless moons restocking herbs after the fall, while the other's caught prey or chased off unwanted visitors, or even found them a new home. Midnoght should have been more active..


    However, the black medic had made it to the boarder in one piece, and now she waited for a patrol to find them.




    [font=carolingia][color=#2A0A0A]☢ The Glaring Spirits ✚ Extremely Difficult ☢ No Kill ✚ No Capture ☢ No Major Injuries ✚

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    #StellaScoppio[/fancypost]


    "We have come to discuss the possibility of an alliance, as per requested of our leader." The deputy responded, straitening her back as Radicalclan's leader stumbled upon their group right on time as Desertstorm had predicted. "The last you heard of us, we were GHOST - and now we are a larger faction that goes by the name The Glaring Spirits. As our territory and numbers have changed, we precede that the terms of our previous alliance are subject to shift as well. Do you have any objections with speaking to us about this matter?"

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    /low muse because of the morning


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    [glow=#9f666f,2,300]"YOU'VE GOT THE SAME SPECS AS THE SEX OF MEN"
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    Lenobia gazed upon the cats, blue eyes flickering with curiosity. So they wanted an alliance, hmm? She stood by Stella and watched them carefully, just in case, not like it would, anything bad happened.
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    "We have a figurehead feigning the appearance of a co-leadership, his name is Crowstar. However, Desertstorm is still in control of the situation as always. The tom, at best, is a glorified puppet. I'm still not sure why she saved his pride and refused to make him a prisoner. Regardless, we are still a strong matriarchy." As long as she told the complete truth, things should go well for them. "As a Deputy, I have also been appointed to keep him very much in line - that much I expect wont change."


    "We have seven females in high power and semi high power positions. Four males. Two of the five assigned as guards are female, but that's because we'd rather have muscle on the ground while the mind works up above - I'm sure you understand that. We have 33 members total." She ran the numbers quickly off of the top of her mind, not intending to make any mistakes here or there.
    "As with our previous terms, we plan to help assist you in the ways we had in the past. Protection, food exchanges during the cold season, whatever it is you ask we can try to accommodate if we can get the same in return. Do you have any objections or considerations you would like to be taken in account?"

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    Daminals was there, as being deputy demanded of her, snowy white ears pricking in mild interest.


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    #toxihere

    Reaper stood beside midnight, her roleplayer being a bit late due to being at her fathers house for the past few days. She listened carefully to her words, making sure that everything was being said in the appropriate fashion. The guard had recently been injured in a failed attempt to kill the shadowclan deputy, and her leg was still slowly recovering, which sort of made her a bit slower than her former assassin self.

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    Vintagepaw approached, but did not quite join Stella and the GHOST members. She had no real business in the situation except curiosity. The first female on the sight smelled of herbs and for a second Vinny wanted to engage her in conversation about herbs and different ways to treat injuries, but right now they were on shaking ground. Vintagepaw did not know what Stella thought of the group and would wait on that decision before saying anything to the visitors.

    Midnight
    Biography



    The shecat flicked her tail and nodded along with Lings words. She had definetly decided to go the honst route, and see where this lead them. So far everything seemed to be going fine, they hadn't been accused of anything, or maimed, so this was a good start.


    However, Midnight could feel the glances from a younger cat, probably another medic, a learner. How the shecat could pick her out from group was beyond her; herbs had probably tainted her sent by now, she had been with the group for a while now. That was probably it. Perhaps another time they could talk in a different situation.


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    [font=carolingia][color=#2A0A0A]☢ The Glaring Spirits ✚ Extremely Difficult ☢ No Kill ✚ No Capture ☢ No Major Injuries ✚

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    Stella personally liked the attitude of this female, how she displayed her facts and represented her clan, it definitely made the bicolored feline more than willing to preserve this alliance.
    "No obligations or considerations, thank you." The Leader meowed, smiling softly as she thought about the inner workings of the clan. It sounded like it worked quite well, and therefore Stella was looking forward to interacting with them in the future.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]Petrichor was there late, observing the situation. It seemed that they had come to a decision, and she for one thought it was alright. Stella was a fairly good judge of character, so if she was willing to keep this alliance and continue to interact with them, then they must be worth their time.