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    How long had Dean been travelling for? A day? A week? He couldn't remember, he was too tired. It was growing cooler; over the far horizon, he caught sight of the setting sun. Night would be falling soon. The male idled, his brows furrowed, his dark gaze narrowed. He sucked in a long breath, ears perked. RiverClan. No, this wasn't where his brother was - as much as he wanted to reach Sammy as soon as possible, he couldn't do it safely. Not like this, not while he was so fatigued. "Right. Rest up for the night, haul ass first thing in the morning," he muttered to himself, turning to face the border he stood about a foot away from.


    Dean's tail bobbed back and forth, and he rose his eyebrows, leaning forward just slightly to glance around The Exiles' territory. He hoped someone would find him soon; he had no doubt that if they didn't, he would pass out then and there and not wake up for a good month or so. "Hello?" he called out, voice gruff.
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    Ahh, a visitor, a new friend for Litten to meet! He prances in, black spiked tail waving up and down in a curvy line as he approaches. hello! My name is Litten, what's your?

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    Kei would approach the stranger with an indifferent look in his face, looking more bored than intrigued. The usual questions had already been asked anyway. The male was tempted to walk away but he wanted to know how the other would answer. He didn't seem to be here on purpose anyway. Perhaps he was just passing through.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]This bloke reminded Rick of the recent joiner which made him wonder if there was a connection between the two. It would be a hefty coincidence if so seeing as Rick had never properly met the two. Ears pricked, the intensely battle scarred tiger pads forwards, his icy cold gaze resting on Sams face and studying him for any sort of danger, a quick assessment if you will, before going back to his eyes. No danger, it seemed. Nothing much for Rick to prod at, to further inspect. A joiner? What else?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean's gaze first fell upon Litten. A kit? Interesting. He glanced around a few times before an airy response escaped his parted lips. "Yeah, heya kid. Dean Winchester. Are your parents around? Or.. anyone?" He knew some children didn't have parents - hell, he was halfway there himself. It was the sad truth.


    At Kankri's voice the young tom looked up again, eyes bright, if slightly clouded with fatigue. "Yeah, sure. I'm just travelling through, I was hoping I could crash here for the night. You know, if it's not a problem." He threw in a qui shrug for emphasis.


    The other two who appeared didn't say much, so he simply offers them both little nods of greeting. He couldn't say he wasn't just a little intrigued; the four creatures here all looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. They made his plain brown and white fur look incredibly lame, but he didn't mind too much. He quirked his eyebrows. "You all locals?"
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    im Litten. And no I don't have parents. he says all these words with the same amount of cheerfulness as the others. He listens as he speaks to the others Im a local I think!

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    Natasha came up behind Rick and looked at the visitor. She wondered who this person was. [b]"Hello. You said your name was Dean? I'm Natasha."

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