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    Wallace Wells ✮
    Wallace had continued to wander. He had found that constantly manipulating his scent covered up the fact that he drank quite a lot of alcohol. To calm his nerves. That's what he told himself. The timber wolf only drank once in a while and wasn't easy to get drunk. He had trained himself to not get drunk so easily. He would make a fool of himself when he was truly drunk. Maybe that's why Scott left. The wolf didn't plan on adventuring today yet he found himself on the outskirts of a rather unfamiliar place. It looked rather interesting. Well at least it was confirmed that adventured came looking for him and not the other way around. Although he did go in search of excitement sometimes. The male twisted his smell to that of rose and wet grass, what he normally preferred to smell like, and padded along the invisible border line, staring into the territory to see if he could spot anyone to bother talk to. He was bored and wouldn't mind making a new friend even if he was rather anti-social. He needed friends after his 'friend' had gone.

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    There were always strangers at the border. It was a bit unsettling to the young leader, really. To know that you could find just any cat patrolling right on the other side - how frightening. Considering that he spent most of his time out in the territory, that was not something Beetlestar wanted to see. After all, he had never been trained in combat for a day in his life, what with having been a brand new medicine cat apprentice before his sudden promotion.


    Seeing a wolf as dark as the shadows themselves, he was genuinely scared out of his skin. Good StarClan, look at it! It might as well have been the darkness, preparing to swallow him whole. And its smell - it didn't smell like a ThornClanner, or a RoseClanner for that matter. In fact, it didn't smell like any clan he had ever heard of. More like... flowers, and some sort of plant. Weird.


    Nervously approaching the wolf, Beetlestar looked up at him. What a sight he was. Why, if he was a little pig, no doubt that this guy would huff and puff and blow his house down. Wolves were terrifying. They were like foxes, but larger, and stronger, and more likely to be able to bite his head off in on bite. But Beetlestar wasn't afraid. No no no, of course not. I ain't afraid of nothin'.


    "You shouldn't be here," the six-moon-old proclaimed. "This right here is ThornClan territory. And you ain't a ThornClanner. Unless you got an invitation or somethin', you gotta leave." Now all that he could do was hope and pray to StarClan that this was a friendly wolf.