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    "MAN IT'S COLD HERE!".


    His chattering voice rung through the northern winds, Cassady having explored just a little too far out in another clan's territory. He didn't really intend on trespassing, however, he hadn't had the chance to explore, given his isolation in WindClan and his broken leg now in SunClan. Now that it was healed, he wasn't wasting time.


    Trotting backwards hastily through the snow, Cass would watch his footprints form on the cold ground, before focusing his baby blue gaze on the surroundings again. He was having fun in the snow, despite being an animal that had fur specifically adapted to this sort of weather, given SunClan's beach environment, it was rare to see the white droplets. He hadn't seen them for at least a year, which was sad, because there was so much you could do with snow.


    His worries about being an intruder were quickly gone as he messed around, large clumps of snow plastered onto the undersides of his fur, slick cloak and bandanna protecting some parts of his body in that regards.


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    The loud voice brought the Stark out of Winterfell.


    She was actually curious as to who that voice belonged to. Being a Stark, she was responsible for the North and keeping the free folk out. She made her way towards the voice at a relaxed pace. Soon, she smelt Sunclan scent in the winds. Making her way forward, she spotted a fox, playing in the snow? That was interesting. But, she wasn't here for that reason. She was here to confront a trespasser in Stark lands.


    "Hello and welcome to Winterfell. Home of the Starks, rulers of the North. How may I be of service to you, sir?" It wasn't a challenge, as most clans would give. No, she was simply asking him why he was here. Maybe he could join her in the great hall for a meal. Get out of the cold and visit the Starks.


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