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    Firth had been walking the territory, taking in it all. Although he liked forests, WindClan was nice and pleasant. He believed each clan had a feel to it, a style, and this clan felt like a fire on a winter night. Beautiful and warm, yet a simple breeze keeps overheating from happening. He sat down to gaze at a dandelion, puffy shape struggling to keep together in the movements of air.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]* Much like Firth, Frisk thoroughly enjoyed the moors that WindClan called home. It was peaceful here, and the wind blowing through the tall grasses kept them quite determined. They really liked it here, and hope their stay here would be permanent, and go without them needing to restart anything. Never before had they had to restart things, but they didn't want to try to unless they died or really needed to. Letting out a small hum, they pushed those negative thoughts from their mind, refusing to let them take over. They must stay happy and determined, and so they closed their eyes and started to stroll about the grasslands.

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    The brown cat's eyes wandered from the plant to the sky, then the plains. He didn't notice Frisk until he stood up to go do another thing. A mind raced inside him, wondering if to greet or not to greet. He tried to wave his tail in greeting, before calling out, "Hi!" then waiting to see a reaction. He didn't really pay attention to what alliance one was in or a personality, but he did believe greeting somebody he didn't know yet was a good way to start.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]* Frisk opened their eyes at the 'hi' that Firth gave them, glancing over at the male. Instead of giving a verbal response, they just waved, as per usual. Talking was a thing they only did when it was necessary, and really it wasn't right now. This was just a simple greeting to one of their clanmates, not a serious encounter with someone.

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    A lot of the people he saw spoke a lot, but this was a sorta new personality to him. He attempted a polite smile to Frisk, and walked over to talk to him, because it just seemed very rude to walk away. Forgetting to mention his name, Firth asked, "Who are you?" He had nothing to do, and trying to strike up a conversation was about the only thing he could think of entertaining him right now.


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