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    saying she'd heard about the rockslide wasn't entirely true; she'd heard it herself. noise carried on the moors, and she wanted to give thunderclan time. not an eternity, but a rush of another clan in the midst of the chaos wouldn't have done anything but cause more chaos. and she didn't want to make it seem like she was scoping out their territory and their weaknesses - though it wasn't as though she had to. with the rank of tunnelers brought back, her clan could slip into thunderclans forests and then back out undetected. she thought it best not to mention that to other clans just yet.


    but the leader stood at the head of the patrol on fourtrees land, at the thunderclan border, waiting patiently. her features were warm and kind, like a mother looking at someone elses kit's, remembering her own. she was always a kind feline, she always had a big heart. it was rather shocking to think that she could ever plan attacks or lead battles, and she knew many didn't think she could, or would, among all of the clans. many of her own even doubted her abilities as a leader in times of crisis.


    so she sat and waiting, calm and patient as always.

    The white tom was doing border patrol again. He saw the WindClan cat and thought this must be Frecklestar. She matched the description from the elders and older warriors. He was getting to see a lot of other clans lately. He walked over to the leader but did not cross border. He wanted to ask her name to make sure but decided it maybe ingorant to do so. "Hello my name is Whitepaw" he dipped his head in case the shecat was the WindClan leader.

    [fancypost=borderwidth; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 9pt; color: #cecece]With a fluid movement, the alabaster feline slid in front of the apprentice that addressed the WindClan leader rather nonchalantly and aimed to rest his tail across his shoulders. It was best that he not allow the young child do do the speaking; he still had a lot to learn about what was proper and not proper to say to the neighbouring clans, especially concerning their well-being...


    "What is your business here, Frecklestar?" the medicine cat asked, his muscles slightly tensing as his sight slid from Whitepaw to the WindClanner that waited patiently behind the scent line. He wondered what her exact business there was, for it was a bit odd for the leader to show up, alone. Perhaps it was best to fetch his own leader. "Whitepaw, go fetch Adderstar."


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    [font=arial]GENERAL:
    Icekit > Icepaw > Icegaze
    Traditional ThunderClan | male (he/him pronouns) | 15 moons | ages weirdly | demisexual demiromantic | npc x npc 1st gen
    — Medicine cat of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE:
    Icegaze is a domestic shorthair cat with clean, bright white fur that has a soft texture, and a short, slim stature. His eyes are a shocking blue, like clear pools. He currently possesses no battle scars or injuries that alter his appearance.
    — smells strongly of herbs
    PERSONALITY:
    INFJ-A
    — likes: dark, leaf-fall, puns, herbs, rain, starlight
    — [i]dislikes: mud, greenleaf, arrogance, being touched without consent
    SOCIAL:
    APPRENTICE: none
    RELATIONSHIP: ½ Mossgaze
    HEALTH:
    PHYSICAL: excellent
    MENTAL: excellent
    — MAJOR INJURIES: recovering from concussion
    — MINOR INJURIES: cut across his forehead
    [color=#7a9aa3]ENCOUNTER:
    Spent apprenticeship in warrior training.
    PHYSICAL STRENGTH: medium-high
    MENTAL STRENGTH: high
    ATTACK IN [color=#7a9aa3]#7a9aa3
    Passive actions may be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

    "Yes Icegaze" Whitepaw tipped his head to the both of them.The White tom was correct that it was the Windclan leader. The apprentice ran towards camp to fetch Adderstar.

    && Branchpaw heard the distant chattering of the medicine cat and his nephew, and decided it wouldn't hurt to see what was going on. The blue pointed tom would make his way towards the voices, only to stop when he saw the Windclanner, her scent slowly making it's way to the apprentice's maw. That didn't seem right, ThunderClan's territory didn't border Windclan. The molly must have made the journey through the Fourtrees in order to speak to Thunderclan personally.


    With that in mind, Branchpaw would pad over to the two high positions, not caring if he passed over the scent line due to the territory on the other side being unclaimed. "So you are Frecklestar? How has your leadership been faring? You've only recently stepped up to the position, correct? I hope things haven't been too difficult to get used to." Tone curious, the apprentice only realized after speaking that what me said might not be completely polite. His expression slightly sheepish, the male would tilt his head down slightly and just cast a couple glances at the beautiful Windclanner.
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    the feline smiled at both as they approached, recognizing the medicine cat well, though she didn't know him personally. "my patrol should be here soon - i'm faster than most of them. taller." she explained, lifting one lengthy leg to demonstrate before sitting back on her haunches, the concern showing on her fine features. still, she took the time to smile at the apprentice and respond to his inquiries, not offended. she lived up to the windclan stereotype of being easygoing and friendly; she still slept beneath the stars with her clanmates most nights, rather than in her den like most leaders.


    "it's going very well. we were all nervous, my clanmates and myself, but starclan has shown me nothing but approval. it's been nearly half a moon, and i couldn't wish it to go any better." she purred to the young tom before turning her attention to icegaze once more, concern crossing her face yet again. "i wanted to check and see if everything is alright, after the rockslide. if there's anything windclan could do. herbs, prey, some manpower to help move things around - whatever you need, we'd be happy to help in any way. leafbare is always kind to the moors, we have plenty to spare for most everything." she explained, gaze searching the medicine cat's for some sign of honesty. she didn't want them to pass up something they needed because of pride; then again, windclanners had never been very prideful.

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    Seeing Whitepaw run past her she would arrive a few moments later. "Greetings, Frecklestar. Thank you for your offer, but we are healing just fine." The brown-and-black molly nodded. "Congratulations on your leadership. Is WindClan all right, as a whole?"

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    Kestrelpaw, slower than the rest with wide eyes and ears perked, found himself only lustening to the coversations at hand- paw. So the long legged, rather elegant moggie was Frecklestar, leader of Windclan, but why were they offering to help? He thought the clans always did battles and stuff. Perhaps not. The half-tailed tux stayed quiet, watching the interactions between the Windclanner and his clanmates.

    [fancypost=borderwidth; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 9pt; color: #cecece]Rockslide? A metaphorical eyebrow raised in question, his icy stare searching that of Frecklestar. How had she known of it? With distrust, his gaze warily shifted between his own clanmates that had appeared, frowning in the process. Had one of them snitched?


    "The offer is appreciated, but we are faring well. It has not hindered us much," he said, inhaling. It was useless to blatantly lie, as it seemed she knew for a fact that something was going on. Perhaps as long as he left it at that—no one had to know it hit the camp, and he intended to keep it that way.


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    [font=arial]GENERAL:
    Icekit > Icepaw > Icegaze
    Traditional ThunderClan | male (he/him pronouns) | 15 moons | ages weirdly | demisexual demiromantic | npc x npc 1st gen
    — Medicine cat of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE:
    Icegaze is a domestic shorthair cat with clean, bright white fur that has a soft texture, and a short, slim stature. His eyes are a shocking blue, like clear pools. He currently possesses no battle scars or injuries that alter his appearance.
    — smells strongly of herbs
    PERSONALITY:
    INFJ-A
    — likes: dark, leaf-fall, puns, herbs, rain, starlight
    — [i]dislikes: mud, greenleaf, arrogance, being touched without consent
    SOCIAL:
    APPRENTICE: none
    RELATIONSHIP: ½ Mossgaze
    HEALTH:
    PHYSICAL: excellent
    MENTAL: excellent
    — MAJOR INJURIES: recovering from concussion
    — MINOR INJURIES: cut across his forehead
    [color=#7a9aa3]ENCOUNTER:
    Spent apprenticeship in warrior training.
    PHYSICAL STRENGTH: medium-high
    MENTAL STRENGTH: high
    ATTACK IN [color=#7a9aa3]#7a9aa3
    Passive actions may be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"Olivebranch, please note that you have no authority to say yes or no as last time I checked you were a warrior. Icegaze is correct, we don't need much if anything, but I'm willing to heed to Adderstar's decision," She meowed with an irritated flick of her tail. Showing up unnannounced and assuming that they were weak and needed their help? Frecklestar was naive. Was this just so ThunderClan would owe them? Her green eyes darkened as she thought.
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    GENERAL:
    ★ MOSSFLIGHT | MOSSPAW MOSSKIT | FEMALE
    ★ HETEROROMANTIC | HETEROSEXUAL | very interested in icegaze
    ★ 24 months old | December 3rd, 2016 | Realistically
    ★ Thunderclan | Grouch | Deputy
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — reference - X
    — major injuries: three scars running from for head to base of tail
    — minor injuries: N/A
    PERSONALITY:
    STRONG | STONY | COLD
    RELATIONSHIPS:

    ★ Taken | ½ Mossgaze
    ★ NPC x Amberlight
    ★ Older sister to Breezepaw and others
    ★ Mother to Blizzardpaw, Dovepaw, Marigoldpaw, Wolfkit, Chubkit, and Lionkit
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message main account or here to plot
    ★ Not easily befriended
    ★ Will starts fights and end them
    ★ Speaks in white, thinks in white
    ★ Attack in bolded black
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    Dovepaw spoke up. It was true that he was only an apprentice, and that he shouldn't be out of the camp anyway, but the ThunderClanner couldn't care less for rules. "I say that we accept the help." He gave the WindClanner a huge smile, very excited to meet a cat from another Clan, and a very generous one, too! Dovepaw wanted to know absolutely everything about every Clan, including BloodClan, and kindly cats like Frecklestar certainly made the situation an easier one to handle.

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    frecklestar could almost feel the hostility in the air like she did the temperature, and it left her feeling hot and frustrated inside. part of her wanted to do exactly what her son would do and snap at the group, turn, and march away. but she knew it was a stupid desire; she was a leader, not a kit.


    clearly, clans on this side of fourtrees have never heard of kindness. perhaps it's from all the tree's, blocking the fresh air and sunlight. she thought, and it somehow gave her satisfaction. she knew her clanmates were, in general, nicer than others; they helped those who needed it, and accepted it when offered. clearly, she hadn't realized how far that went.


    "all of the clans helped us out when bloodclan burned our territory down," she said, attempting to break through the wall of coldness and distrust, still smiling. "and thunderclan, more recently, helped us when bloodclan raided our camp. sure, we could have managed on our own, but it eased the pressure. i have no doubt thunderclan could do just fine, i'm only offering to help ease any pressure. call it... paying you all back for the help in the past."

    [fancypost=borderwidth; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 9pt; color: #cecece]"Dovepaw, leave the diplomatic choices for the higher-ups of the clan. Please, go back to camp," He sighed with disappointment, his sight temporarily wandering to Mossflight, but then his icy orbs locked on the apprentice. "And if someone could suck up their pride and actually bring Adderstar here, that would be much appreciated." Icegaze didn't fully trust Whitepaw to complete the task.


    "Again, we have ourselves handled," the feline then uttered, blinking at Frecklestar. She was being too nice, and he didn't quite like it.


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    [font=arial]GENERAL:
    Icekit > Icepaw > Icegaze
    Traditional ThunderClan | male (he/him pronouns) | 15 moons | ages weirdly | demisexual demiromantic | npc x npc 1st gen
    — Medicine cat of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE:
    Icegaze is a domestic shorthair cat with clean, bright white fur that has a soft texture, and a short, slim stature. His eyes are a shocking blue, like clear pools. He currently possesses no battle scars or injuries that alter his appearance.
    — smells strongly of herbs
    PERSONALITY:
    INFJ-A
    — likes: dark, leaf-fall, puns, herbs, rain, starlight
    — [i]dislikes: mud, greenleaf, arrogance, being touched without consent
    SOCIAL:
    APPRENTICE: none
    RELATIONSHIP: ½ Mossgaze
    HEALTH:
    PHYSICAL: excellent
    MENTAL: excellent
    — MAJOR INJURIES: recovering from concussion
    — MINOR INJURIES: cut across his forehead
    [color=#7a9aa3]ENCOUNTER:
    Spent apprenticeship in warrior training.
    PHYSICAL STRENGTH: medium-high
    MENTAL STRENGTH: high
    ATTACK IN [color=#7a9aa3]#7a9aa3
    Passive actions may be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

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    She huffed at Mossflight, narrowing her eyes. "I'll go get her, since I am clearly not wanted." With an angry lash of her tail she would march away. She knew where she wasn't wanted.

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    && Icegaze seemed a bit prickly, and Mossflight seemed just plain cold, which left the apprentice a bit confused. Sure, they weren't allied to Windclan, but they were on neutral grounds. "While we appreciate the offer for help, it won't be necessary due to the fact that we have already sorted things out." He said it respectfully, hoping that the molly would understand his way of restating things instead of just acknowledging the slight unemotional detachment or outright refusal that the others had used. "We wouldn't want to hinder you when we have everything under control." In the back of his mind, the tom was slightly afraid of his older clanmates getting on him for butting in on a political conversation of sorts. He was just trying to iron out any misunderstandings.
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    Slipping up on quiet paws the exotic molly slipped through the undergrowth, arriving without a word said otherwise until she settled. Large, rounded ears were angled forward and her narrow molten orange eyes shifted over those gathered. So Frecklestar was here to offer WindClan's assistance? "My apologies for taking so long, the ravine is steeper than I remember." A joke coupled with an even greeting.


    Her clanmates were correct in stating they were healing and made their own repairs just fine but she could recall larger boulders and jagged places in the ravine as well as that were more difficult to see to without setting aside warriors needed for patrols. Now the question was, did she want WindClan to be aware of their territory? She pondered their size but took well not to underestimate them. Frecklestar seemed generous, a compassionate but undoubtedly clever individual. It was then that she made her decision.


    "There are placed in the ravine that were made jagged and treacherous by tumbled rocks as well as larger rocks we haven't been able to shift. It is a generous offer you have made and ThunderClan is appreciative, would you be alright with your cats assisting in those places? It can be dangerous and it's very possible to fall and twist an ankle or worse."
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    frecklestar found herself thanking starclan for the appearance of adderstar, glad to finally have someone with the proper authority to speak with - and she was glad that adderstar seemed much less hostile than her clanmates. she wasn't sure where it would go, but she was glad that they'd get somewhere.


    as the leader accepted the offer, frecklestar felt relieved. it was always terribly awkward, when help was refused. so she simply smiled wider and nodded. "windclanners are known for our strong legs. i'm sure we could push them around. i'll send some warriors to the border at dawn, you can direct them to wherever you need them. call 'em yours for the day." she purred, happy to have gained some traction. so far, adderstar seemed the most favorable of the leaders; snakestar had been rather brash during their interaction. though, frecklestar reasoned, she was yet to meet cherrystar and smokestar, and thrushstar had been kind enough when she'd needed information from the skyclanner.


    clearing her throat, the young leader glanced over her shoulder, then back to adderstar. "i ought to be going - i do have a clan to lead and all."

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    Olivebranch arrived shortly after Adderstar and presumably with Whitepaw in time to see Frecklestar take her leave. "Goodbye, Frecklestar. Good luck. May StarClan light your path!"

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    [fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]The leader dipped her head gratefully, bidding the other leader farewell politely in a short mobile post.
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