STOP BEING STORMY]] o, trespasser

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    Marrowescape sat on the border, brown eyes looking up at the mountain. Stormclan, huh? It didn't annoy him as much as Riverclan, the name didn't, but it was still annoying. It implied water.
    And yes, he recognized that as a bit of a stretch. Which was why he was mostly here to learn about Stormclan, see just what the heck they were. Did they attack on sight? Or were they cordial? These things sere certainly important.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]He didn't exactly know what a Blackheart Rogue reeked of, but this was an unknown scent so he'd treat it all the same. Padding over to the foreigner cautiously, the blond gave the brown-eyed tom a dubious one-over before speaking, "This is StormClan territory. Name and business here?" Such a formality, he didn't quite like the rigid process yet but he'd warm up eventually.

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    "Marrowescape, canonneer of the Skulls. Here for some information about Stormclan, ifs'ya please. Just some answers to some questions."
    The german shepherd flashed a grin, although there was a vague threat hidden in the teeth of that smile. He was definitely one for politics, after all.


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    The Skulls? Weren't they those pirate fellows that tried to attack not too long ago? Auroradweller padded over towards Brittlebark and Benedict, forming the start of a stuttering alphabet. He didn't feel comfortable making the decision without authority, but couldn't help himself from voicing his opinion, "So long as you don't try to pry us for too sensitive of information, what harm is there?" Maybe the Skulls wanted an alliance? Who knew; Stormclan seemed to be on the favorable end of many anti-clan groups lately.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Larkbeat would let out a confirmative "Mhm." as she approached the scene. They had been the source of a raid not too long ago, but here they were asking for questions? There was no harm in it, but the domestic feline would be careful to keep track of what questions were asked and how they responded to each of them. A yawn escaped the warrior's mouth, followed by a slightly drowsy, "Ask away."