FOR THE PLAYAS | OPEN, JOINING

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Mercy had been taking a walk when the doe crossed over the border (be it unintentionally or not); she hadn't been on alert, and wasn't prepared for a sudden meeting in the slightst. Naturally, it came as a shock when something suddenly whizzed past her, and she jumped back with a start. After a moment of stunned silence, she tensed up and darted after the unknown creature, mentally preparing herself to engage in battle; she'd learned her lesson after so many spontaneous raids.

But as she drew closer to it, she made out the form of… a deer? A young one, at that; she was quite small for a creature like herself. So she wasn't a threat, then; now that she thought about it, Mercy couldn't identify any other clan scents. Was she even sentient? Most prey animals seemed not to be, though there were the odd few that could think and speak, just like her. But this one seemed to be humming a tune; sentinent, then.

"Hey!" called Mercy. "Stop! You're trespassing on HawkClan's territory!"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It was relatively easy to differentiate the 'ferals' from the ones such as herself and her clanmates. She remembered a time when her friend had nearly become feral but he had luckily still remembered her and hadn't attacked her or anything. Littlestar knew that the difference was mostly the communicating and understanding aspect. If you talked to a rat and it responded as if it understood you, then it was likely not feral. If the rat ran from you, squeaking, as any prey would, then it was feral and it was.. you know, okay to kill. The dark grey tabby saw it like that at least. She rolled her shoulders when she saw a doe with a flower thing on top of her head. Her eyes widened for a moment, processing this. Not many got through their borders anymore as there was a huge thorn wall guarding their border and the only entrance was through a tree which was guarded by spear wielding Hawkclanners. So how in the bloody world had this young deer managed to bounce it's way in? She watched the girl respond to Mercy and realized she wasn't a feral, thank goodness. Her golden eyes narrowed as Hanazuki questioned Mercy of her name instead of the other way around. She told herself that was the deer was only young and stupid but still, she resisted the urge to throw a punch. Fuck you, Littlestar. She thought bitterly at herself.

The Hawkclan Leader padded on over, her face showing bitter annoyance. "You said sorry 'n all but how the fuck did you get inside? The only entrance to this place is guarded unless the two bozo's dozed off. Also, you're not the one asking questions. I am. She is. Not you." Littlestar snapped, a moody vibe waving off of her. "So. You give me your name and you tell me why you're here. Okay?"

/omg she's so cute ;w; sorry for lit's rudeness lmfao