OUT OF BODY OUT OF MIND [x] open, dual alliance

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    Wren couldn't bring himself to stay too long in BlizzardClan. Everywhere he looked, he saw Spectral. He saw him in the water, in the snow, in the kits. He missed him. It was hard enough losing Mari, and now he lost his imprinted. He couldn't take it. Every time he exited his house, he felt another pang of sorrow stab into his heart. He needed a new ambiance. He needed change; for how long, he didn't know.


    The Experiment blinked. Suddenly, they were at the border of an unfamiliar clan. They had most likely dissociated the whole trip down; they couldn't remember the journey. Maybe that was for the better. Maybe now he wouldn't be tempted to head back. Taking a seat, the feline hugged their bandaged arms closer to their stomach, waiting. They could wait here forever. Maybe they would rot into the dirt beneath them and become nothing more than a memory, a ghost of what was. The thought was nice, however unlikely. With a sigh, the tabby closed their eyes, feeling a warm breeze rustle their fur.


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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    Laurel was surprised to find someone at the border, but she wasn't really sure what to do. "Yo, you're near BloodClan terf, cuz! Ya got a reason to be?" She asked, smirking lightly as she tried to look more confident. She wasn't, but first impressions were everything. She didn't want them to think she was weak, or that she was a pushover.


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  • [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Hope they did have a reason to be. Life was fucking tough and right now Bloodclan was on the edge of cracking. If they couldn't cope with what was happening on the inside then they'd fling their anger and frustrations on the outside world. The idea sounded a little bit fun to the maned wolf even as he made his way over, eyes calculative as he gave a sly grin that pulled at his liquored colored lips. Slowly he sat down beside Laurel and watched the other with intrigue. "Sup."



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    The first one who approached reminded him of an old BlizzardClanner -- Grunt A, to be exact. Truth be told, they missed him. They missed things the way they were before... everything. Wren pursed their lips, opting to ignore the intrusive thoughts. Now was not the time.


    "I'm here to join." He stated rather simply, flicking the tip of his tail as he spoke. "I have an alliance with BlizzardClan already, though I hope that's not a problem." They added. Dual alliances, while weren't common, were never an issue. In BlizzardClan, at least. "Wren, by the way." He added, shooting a glance at Jackdaw as he spoke.


  • [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Blizzardclan, well that was not going to be a problem since Bloodclan kept to having Blizzardclan as an ally. Now if he had been apart of a group that was an enemy there would have been a different story there. "Sure, you can have a dual alliance since Blizzardclan is an ally. Welcome to Bloodclan and I'm Jackdaw. A warlord here. If you have any needs or questions don't be afraid to come and talk to me." The maned wolf spoke with ease as he beckoned the other to cross on over the border and he could lead him to the camp.



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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    Nice, nice. "Welcome to BloodClan then, I'm Laurel." She said after Jackdaw finished talking. Her ear flicked, offering Wren a small smile before she got rid of it seconds of later. She had been to BlizzardClan before, and that had not been pleasant. Only because she had gotten lost, but still.


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