The white tiger crept up to the border, pale green eyes wide. This was the first time she had done something like this during her leadership and it was rather stressful. Taking a deep breath, Jasmine plopped on the ground in a seated position, wrapping her long tail protectively around her body.
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The crunch of snow under large paws was the only sign of Sam's approach, hazel-green optics gliding over the monochromatic form of Jasmine as a pleasant half-smile pulled the corners of her lips upward. "Name and business, please?" The lioness inquired, taking a seat before lifting a paw up to adjust the red scarf wound around her neck. This newcomer seemed a little uncomfortable.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;width:500px]Hello! I'm Jasmine, Queen of the Badlands, wondering if WindClan would be interested in an alliance? the tigress inquired telepathically, cocking her head quizzically.
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Telepathy was not anything new to Sam, but she still didn't prefer it much. Considering the non-confidentiality of the subject, the lioness figured that this Jasmine girl was a mute. "Who are your current allies and enemies- or intended, if you have none?" Even though Sam had the authority to make the final call, she'd rather wait for Chartedstars to handle it: it was his division as an Advisor, after all, and he could go for a bit of confidence accepting or denying instead of waiting for Shift to make the call. "What could you offer WindClan as an ally?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;width:500px]Well, we are currently allies with SunClan and the Tribe of Burning Dreams, but the Clans we are pending alliance status with are StormClan, Tribe of Burning Eclipse, ScarClaan and ShadowClan. Our current enemies are the Exiles. Although we are a rather small Clan right now, we have lots of potential. We'd also be up for helping out in practically anything you need. In the upcoming month or so we plan on hosting a variety of ally-wide events as well.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]This was actually shaping up to be a no-brainer, it seemed. Sam had never heard of the Badlands before, but it was easy to say that it was not much of a surprise: this Jasmine girl seemed eager enough to get the group off of it's feet. They were neutral with ScarClan and the EclipseTribe, as they were technically neutrals with ShadowClan as well although Sam was considerably hesitant regarding that relationship. "Are y-" The lioness' speech paused, eyebrows knitting softly together in a small frown as she gave a gentle shake of her head. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Sam, WindClan's Deputy." She did not want to fall back into that habit of forgetting to offer her own name, after having been comfortable to everybody knowing her name for so long- then again, she originally only had to handle a maximum of twelve other faces. WindClan was considerably larger, with faces constantly flowing in and out of its ranks. "Anyways, we're currently on very shaky grounds with the Tribe of Broken Dreams after they attempted to burn down our territory. Do you see this causing any foreseeable problems?" Personally, Sam did, but she chose to remain quiet on the matter: at least for the brief moment.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;width:500px]It seemed like a lot of Clans were having problems with that tribe. Hm. Possibly, yes, she replied, giving a small nod.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"Wow! Where am I! I can't see the camp anywhere!" The voice that the chirp belonged to was a small, one-and-half month old kitten with soft tussled brown fur, wandering around near the border with his olive eyes wide and innocent, jaws slightly agape as he narrated to himself. He should have brought Wingkit with him but he had simply forgotten in the middle of his wandering. Camp had slowly gotten more and more interesting to him and soon he found himself wandering further and further away, already far past the entrance so that he now was left prancing around in the open completely and utterly lost, his eyes wide in fascination as he chattered endlessly, scaring off any prey or predator with his endless speech. "Everything is so big! I can't even lift my head far enough to see the tops of the- oof!"
In his wandering it seemed that he was walked straight into Jasmine without even realizing the others around him, scrunching up his nose seconds before bumping into the female and falling back on his rump. His head, which had been pointed at the sky wondrously, snapped downwards in surprise as he stared at the pair of legs with shocked olive eyes before rubbing his face with a paw and scrambling backwards, staring up at the huge tigress with a mixture of horror and surprise twined in his eyes. He gaped for a moment before suddenly scrambling to his little paws and letting out a quiet shriek, turning to scamper off to where he came from onto the run right into Sam's forelegs and fall backwards again, repeating his dazed stare before shivering and covering his face with his paws, at a loss for what to do. [i]I'm dead! I'm so dead! I'm gonna be eaten alive!