SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE (( open, GraveClanner

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]To say that she was here on Benny's behalf would be a lie, so Estella said nothing as she approached The Militia's border, basket clasped firmly between her teeth. Hopefully someone would notice the pregnant Omen before long, and not leave her out in these awfully dry conditions. The goddess didn't want to go behind everyone's back like this, but couldn't just stand by and watch as BloodClan picked on The Militia.


    Estella swiped her tongue over her lips immediately after she placed the basket down, already wishing for the cool water of the creek back home. This was thirsty work, and hopefully she could offer what she had before heading back to her job. There was a small pause, an intake of breath, and a him from the queen before she spoke.


    "If anyone from The Militia is here, I've got herbs and bandages if you need them. There might be some alcohol in here too."


    [shadow=white,left]♜ WHITEFANG ♜[/shadow]


    (( I'll worship like a dog. ))
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    -- The wolf tensely padded forward, fur bristling for the potential enemies lurking nearby. "Thank you but you need to leave, now." he whispered, eyes scanning the trees around them as he took the basket in his jaws. He couldn't stand for an ally who was trying to help he attacked.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Estella nodded to the wolf, fully aware of the dangers of what she had just done. She was helping an ally. If a BloodClanner caught her here, there would be a preposterous amount of trouble between that alliance, and the Omen didn't want to be responsible for that. Again. She stood back up, having sat down a moment or two before the Militian had arrived, and spoke, voice quick and quiet.


    "If anyone asks, the gifts were from a goddess and I was delivering a message about GraveClan being aware of the war." One more nod, and the queen would vanish Intl thin air before exiting the scene.

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    lemmy padded over taking a sniff of the alcohol, "great." she said glance flickering from whitefang to the gifts.


    [c] hipster #lemmyisameme