the wolves are out // open

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    ZEDEKIAH

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Zedekiah was weighing the options of whether to tell the ShadowClan leadership of ScarClan's machinations or not. The white wolf had discussed the matter with Nefariousstar and he hadn't said anything about it, but as an ally... The white wolf shook his head slightly, as if to clear those thoughts from his head before he added a confident gait to his step as he finally arrived at the border.


    The albino had a basket in his jaws and glanced around, waiting for someone to approach.
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    [size=8] a soft whisper hung in the air, breezily pushing the sounds of the forest and the young female's mutters through the trees. she had come to like these little walks about the forest, for spring had arrived and was now thawing shadowclan at a seemingly rapid speed. the hidden grass now sprung and shone a beautiful, sun-kissed lime hue. signs of life was taking shape in the territory, as seen in the blooming foliage that dotted the softly coloured floors of shadowclan in an array of splattered colours. however, there was a life to be ended. and, whilst marie found it hard to put on an intimidating face and say 'hey, i'm going to kill you', at the sight of the unfamiliar, scented male. usual loners had a bleak scent to them, and therefore marie knew this was not any ole' newcomer.


    in the body of a panther, the cherry-furred female ascended from behind the shrubs, her steady, emerald gaze locked upon the wanderer. he had a basket. was he not an invader as she had expected? while remaining steely, her overall figure seemed to relax as she approached the male. "what might you be seeking in the lands of shadowclan, mon copain?" she said, her melodic french slipping off the edges of her tongue in an accented form. marie hadn't seen a fully albino wolf like he, but at the moment, there was no time to ogle. he most probably was here on business related matters.
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    The fennec fox would be the second to approach, eyes wandering over the white wolf's form for a brief moment - so white -, before dropping down to the basket that he was carrying. A gift basket? They haven't had one of those in a while. One day he wanted to fully explore what was in there, he never really got the chance to do such a thing.


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    ZEDEKIAH

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    He wasn't sure what mon copain meant, but something about people using terms from languages he didn't know rubbed him the wrong way. There was a small flick of his tail as he gestured with his muzzle towards the basket. "A gift basket from ColouredClan. And an apology for not keeping up with relations," the albino returned. He glanced over towards the other ShadowClanner that approached giving a small nod of greeting before he swung his head over again towards Marie. "It's been a hard few months for us with our past few leaders dying or stepping down."


    There was a twitch of an ear before he offered, "May I speak with your leader?"
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    Eyeing the gift basket with interest, Synthon approached the wolf visitor with light steps. Gift baskets always seemed fun to receive, and she had yet to meet anyone from ColouredClan. What a nice experience this would be! And perhaps she could learn more about the other clan. She was always curious about the other groups, having only ever lived in ShadowClan. Well, plus one other place, but she wouldn't get into that.


    Waving in greeting with her one white paw, Synthon said "Sure! @SANGO'll probably be here soon. " The leader would surely recognize ColouredClan scent near the border, and she was much better at sniffing out visitors than Synthon was. The bobtail always seemed to happen by them by accident.

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    roman] Sango would be a massive hypocrite if she were to get on ColouredClan about their lack of interaction with ShadowClan. Sango had been struggling to get things moving again, and now that the Weekly Tasks were sorted out once more and things were running smoothly they could focus on strengthening alliances a bit more.


    She could sense her name picked up from rather far off, large ears perking up and swiveling slightly in the direction of the noise as she spun on her heel to confront whatever was going down. As she neared the scent of ColouredClan became more and more apparent, and the hellhound would push her way out of the foliage with a curious expression. The first thing that caught her eye was the stark white wolf grasping a gift basket between his jaws, sticking out like a sore thumb in comparison to ShadowClan's much darker habitat. "It's very much appreciated." Gifts were always a good sign.


    "What do you need?"
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    ZEDEKIAH

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]At Synthon's gesture of greeting, the albino would nod his head towards the feline in acknowledgment. "Thank you," he murmured. The pale creature raised his head slightly as he spotted the figure of the ShadowClan leader approaching. There was a slight dip of his head to signal his respect before he offered, "I was hoping if we could talk in private about a matter." There it was. He wasn't especially delicate with political matters from what he thought, but now that he had said it, there was no turning back. He was going to explain the situation and hope that ShadowClan would appreciate the fact.
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    roman]Not too often did people ask to speak alone rather than in front of her clan, and by now the ColouredClanner had peaked her interest. What could be so secretive and important? Nodding her head, she'd gesture towards her den perched at the top of the tree in the middle of camp. "Mm, alrighty. Let's go."


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    ZEDEKIAH

    [fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]"Thank you," he murmured, pleased that the leader had agreed to to a private audience. With a flick of his long tail, the albino would follow after Sango.
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    [fancypost=background: transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Yuck, politics. Rick padded over at what seemed to be the best time, at least for him, as Sango and Zedekiah left. The old feline didn't care much for politics or authority, and that was very obvious by his past. But that was a story for another time- for now, Rick was interested in that gift basket. He needed parts to rebuild his portal gun, and any outside resources could mean a breakthrough. After all, he'd searched nearly all of Shadowclan's jungle by now, trying to find what he needed. It was never there. But he needed to fix this gun, or else he and Morty would be stuck here forever.