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some dreams were meant to be declined
tell the man what did you have in mind
what you have come to do
[justify]Bloodclan. In all her time as a drifter (which was most of her life so far), Valentine had never been to Bloodclan.
That was funny, actually, because there was a certain fascination she had always held with the place– in her lifetime, Bloodclan and Darkclan, her native clan, had always clashed like fire and ice, volcanoes and tornadoes. One was a vicious, gore-hungry group of beasts with a moral code that only applied to others of their clan, and one was a strict, militaristic faction that clung to honor like a magnet. She'd always dreamed of coming here, and yet could never imagine herself visiting without perhaps getting a few scars from the hostile fauna that lurked within its borders. This would not be the case now, though, seeing as Valentine had gone through the trouble of possessing a female european wolf who carried no inkling of clan scent in her fine, red brown fur, and thus would not be treated as an immediate threat at the border.
In fact, she'd imagined a lot of things that were false about Bloodclan. The stories back in Darkclan said that Bloodclan was a group of behemoth creatures with gore-stained maws, living in a desert as hot and feverish and barren as their eyes and souls. When she spotted a patrol of Bloodclanners from her position by the edge of the scent marker, they had appeared quite normal, in fact– no bloodstained jaws, no sickly evil eyes, and most startlingly, no desert. Where, Val had wondered, was the desert? Bloodclan lived in a forest? Sorry, but a forest seemed so bland to her after the stories that she wondered if she'd like to stay for as long as she planned after all.
Bloodclan needed a desert, Valentine thought to herself as she picked her way around the pine trees hesitantly. They needed a damn desert like Darkclan needed the military. Not pine trees (though pine trees were pretty cool, ha ha, no pun intended). Val wrinkled her nose at her own joke. This was how she got along on her travels, and it was sometimes pretty sad. Though she could be funny to herself, too.
And so this is how the Bloodclanners found her, the drifter, on unfamiliar soil, in an unfamiliar body, requesting a visit to an unfamiliar, and possibly dangerous, clan.