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In an unforeseen turn of events, Dallas found himself on the outskirts of BloodClan territory. How that happened, he had no clue. Chalk it up to a poor sense of direction.
From what he could tell, the beef with BloodClan had been squashed. Well, less squashed and more...faded away and forgotten about. They'd sworn they would keep killing Church-members if they didn't give up their children but he'd heard nothing from them since. Looking back on it, he was ashamed of his willingness to give up their own kids in exchange for BloodClan fucking off. Thank God he had more rational people to talk him out of it in the end.
He wasn't even in the Church anymore but things had been peaceful just before he'd left. Hopefully they stayed that way.
Anyways, here Dallas was on the edge of BloodClan territory. He should have turned around and left but maybe he had a deep seated death wish or something. Or maybe he wanted to explore his heritage? His own grandfather was the infamous Serpentine after all, though he wasn't anyone Dallas ever had any desire to meet if he were even still alive. From what he'd heard, he wasn't a good dude. Dallas was a good dude, or at least he tried to be. He had his moments.
He peered across the border curiously as if he were searching for movement in the darkness.