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    [justify]The stench was starting to get to him, and he felt like he was dying. His throat was scratchy and dry, his head hurt, he felt like he was going to hurl every time he took in a breath. The smell was something that Matthias figured he would eventually get used to -- death and decay, it wasn't something that people typically wanted to 'get used to,' but he hoped he would sooner rather than later. His main concern was the lack of water in BloodClan. Sure, he had a dual alliance with the Elite, but did he really want to walk all the way there just to get a drink? No, he definitely didn't.


    He had searched and searched, but the only source of water that could be found was the ocean, and everyone knew what happened when you drank salt water. You eventually died of dehydration, at a much quicker rate than normal. So, Matthias wasn't going to do that. "What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?" The tabby rasped, his tail lashing irritably behind him.

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    [justify]"You have to know where to look," the splotch covered queen said, a bit grimly as she approached the recently joined male. It was a downfall of the territory, just as much as their old desert had been. You would have thought that they would have learned from those dire conditions and chosen something a bit more water-rich. It was disappointing, really, that the terrain was generally so hospitable yet lacked a plentiful supply of the one thing all living beings needed to survive.


    Luckily, there were ways around this shortage. "I know a place where puddles tend to develop after it rains," she explained promptly and with a flick of her tail, she began to lead the way into a more forested area of the land.


    "Follow me."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Duskmire had lived in BloodClan long enough to know where the water was, thankfully, but when he'd been a newcomer he remembered suffering on little to drink for far too long before someone informed him. There were a few spots in the tunnels themselves where water dripped in from outside and collected, as well as several small basins of rainwater out in the hills. Duskmire would have gladly shared this information with Matthias – however, he vastly misunderstood what the newcomer meant.


    "A drink?" the cream tabby questioned, tipping his head. "If you mean like, um, alcohol, there's a whole stash in the east wing of the..." Dusk trailed off, wondering if that was information he was supposed to disclose. There had been a lot to drink for summer prom; the extra had to go somewhere.


    A short while after he'd spoken, Amour offered to lead Matthias to one of the water sources, which caused Dusk's cheeks to immediately flush red. Water! And here he'd been disclosing the location of a bunch of booze! "OH... um, I'm sorry! You'd better follow, uh, Amour."


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    [justify]Amour was already a pretty gal -- her golden fur, the ebony stripes and dots that laced her pelt, her long slender legs -- but when she said that she knew where some drinkable water was, she might as well have been shrouded in a divine light. Get a hold of yourself, Matthias, the brown tabby scolded himself, his sharp gaze momentarily flickering away from the lithe feline. Without a moment's hesitation, as soon as Amour said 'follow me,' Matthias was off at a brisk trot, trying his best to keep in step with the larger cat. He didn't want to get lost out here, and he also didn't want Amour to think he was slow, not that she'd probably care either way.


    "Have you been in BloodClan lo-" He cut himself off at the sound of Duskmire's voice. A genuine smiled laced the stocky cat's maw as he recognized the cream-coloured male. "At this point, any drink will do," Matthias chuckled. Alcohol probably wouldn't quench his thirst quite like water, though, but perhaps he'd ask Dusk where they kept the spirits later. He was always up for a good drink. He nodded at Dusk's advice, his pleasant smile still splashed across his features, "No worries," he responded with a tip of his head. What a funny guy - even if he didn't mean to be - Matthias liked him quite a bit already.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo had noticed the lack of water in Bloodclan's territory when he joined, but instead of getting worried he merely developed the ability to suck water out of the air through his pores. No, no he did not do that; that was a joke that he should've said out loud. Godsdamnit, now things were awkward in his own mind.


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    [justify]Amour's pace would slow slightly as Duskmire joined them and she would cast a glance in his direction, the faintest of looks of amusement gently carving way onto her expression. This was only noticeable in the wry way which her whiskers twitched and the gentle upward curve of the lines of her maw. Was it a bit telling that he would so quickly think of alcoholic beverages? Perhaps, though she would pass no judgement, having only just met him after all. It was a fair enough misunderstanding, she supposed, and perhaps the newer member deserved to know where they stored their supply of liquor. It was, in fact, information which she had not already known; "east wing of the. . ." Of what, she wondered? But, it would not be hard to figure out on her own, she decided.


    Foretelling the interrupted end to Dusk's question she would answer anyway, "I've only recently rejoined. I've been back for around a month. But I've lived here before, seasons ago." Years ago. "This territory is a bit fickle, you really have to work hard at finding some of the more hidden areas; when I was here last, we lived in a desert, so I'm still getting used to the land as well."


    The dramatically spotted femme would allow her pace to slow as she recognized the size differences between the mixed party of animals. Yet despite the modest pace in which she journeyed, it was not long at all before they reached a woodland area, where the grass was greener and water pooled from rainfall in several sections.


    "Here we are," announced the warlord and she looked over her shoulder, hoping that she had not lost any of her hydration patrol on the way there.
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