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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Now that ScarClan was gone, Nathaniel was reason to try the whole visiting an ally thing again. Unknownpaw had not bothered him too much, to be honest, be he hadn't had to live with her day in and day out. Once again, the serval approached the ThunderClan border, hazel gaze dancing coolly over the territory.

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    RICK SANCHEZ

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    Rick would hang down from the trees, revealing himself to the creature. His white labcoat and blue tipped fur caused him to stand out against the forest backdrop, and bloodshot eyes would focus on the dude. "Hey there, dude...." He would slur, staring at him. Was Rick high and smelled like alcohol? Probably. It was all that kept him from killing Sasha, honestly.

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    "WUBBA LUBBA DUBB DUBB!!"
    [c] Paxdad Productions

    "Hello again." Sasha said, dipping her head as she appeared. "Business, please."
    The femme was a little less tense, though was still pretty roughed up from Scarclan's intrusion. It didn't help that she basically had it out for Eclipse, and he appeared at their border just a few hours ago. So she was tense, most certainly. But at least she had less to worry about.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Rick flopped down from a tree, hazy eyed and stinking of drink. It wasn't quite the welcome Nate had been expecting. "Hi," he replied, not quite sure if it was worth his time to talk to Rick or if he should wait for someone who wasn't high. "I'm Nathaniel."


    Sasha arrived next, looking worse for the wear. She seemed a little demanding, to him, but he was prepared to forgive it: ThunderClan had recently been in a stressful situation. "Just visiting. I don't believe I mentioned it before, but I'm your ambassador from BlizzardClan."

    Oh, they had an official ambassador? That was pretty cool, though she supposed this probably wasn't quite the welcome he had expected. "Hallo Nathaniel, I'm Kristallnacht, or Kris, either one works. How has Blizzardclan, um, been doing?" The femme greeted with a small smile and her German-Italian accent. She looked visibly tired, seeing as she had been helping everyone recover from the takeover day and night, but other than that she had fared decently well compared to some. Even so, she liked to make it a point to be pleasant around allies, especially when they made lengthy trips just to come see them.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nate hadn't met the next two to arrive, but neither of them looked very good. Kris seemed exhausted, and Fragilestar—well, the male's name seemed to fit him. "Hello, Kris, Fragilestar," he began politely. "It's a pleasure. We're doing fine." But if they represented ThunderClan, and the other group clearly wasn't, and it felt as though he was rubbing that in their faces. Hesitating for a moment, he wondered, "How are you recovering? Last time I came by, I was told that most of your clanmates had left. Are they back?" With the invasion over, it only made sense.