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  • ”Mind telling me what you think you're doing here in thunderclan territory?” She leaped down from a tree, her cool eyes looking over the other molly calmly. She had been following her as nothing went on that Thornstar didn't know about. One thought that they could enter the territory unnoticed and almost certainly were wrong. A metaphorical eyebrow raised skeptically, the seal point would away a response, and if this tabby wanted things to work in her favor, then that response had better come quick.


  • [color=burlywood] The stony faced tom padded up to the trespasser through the trees, though upon seeing Thornstar on the scene, he disappointedly turned and padded back towards camp; he was not welcome in any situation that the Thunderclan leader was in without a snappish reprimand.

  • Creampaw was hunting around the territory when he noticed all the cats gathered with odd curiosity he padded over to the group confused about the new cat. Cream gave a tilt of his head to the cat moving close to the she cat. She wasn't someone he knew, confusion took a break as the tom tried to guess who she is and why she's here at the clan really. Maybe she's a spy? Or maybe she's lost? Whatever reason it's odd. He glanced to his sister with a a bit of wondered about how she'll deal with it.

  • [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]The sudden arrival of Thornstar startled her enough to make her jump, dropping down into a defensive posture before realizing they weren't here to attack her, or so it seemed. So she rose, claws sheathing again, an air of nervousness still around her. "My name is... uh."


    And there was the first hurtle. Name. Leave it all behind. [b]"Ember. I'm looking for a new life. Can you help me?"

  • Thornstar's presence made the warrior hesitant to approach. The situation was already in the process of being dealt with - there was little use for her to be there. Still she stood, watching, nodding her head at Drywind and her apprentice, Creampaw. If she accepts him, maybe I'll take him for a hunt to show him the territory.