BABY ON BOARD ;; OPEN + GIFTS FROM WINDCLAN

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    He was a bit late to this, but oh well. At least the pup had remembered at all. Besides, it was still important to do this rather than pretend he was never asked to do this in the first place. Bounding up to the Hawkclan border, the young canine would seat himself patiently, a medium sized basket of gifts beside him. He had learned from the last time he had brought gifts to a clan (that clan being Blizzardclan), the he was a bit too small to carry a full sized basket of gifts anywhere without the possibility of spilling them, so this would just have to do.


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    I AM DISGUSTED BY ALL THE INJUSTICE — littlestar — hawkclan — she/her —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dear god, Littlestar was in love with some of Hawkclans allies at the moments. In particular, the ones that brought gift baskets full to the brim of food. She remembered back to the times when Hawkclan had been plentiful with prey. God, she had taken it for granted. She had eaten her full every day, watched her people eat too. Life back then had been easier. And all these clans around her had it so fucking easy. She knew they likely had their own problems too but this famine had been going on forever and it was so draining for everyone living in it. The three legged tabby was patrolling the outside of the twenty foot thorn wall that divided Hawkclan from no mans land when she smelt Windclan. Her ears pricked and she was hoping that it was one of those gift basket things. The Monarch licked her lips and limped forwards, spotting Weed rather quickly. She could immediately tell that the canine was young despite being taller then her (as legitimately everyone was). "Yooooo." The skinny feline hummed, golden eyes studying him briefly. Her non smiling face, she hoped, didn't scare him off. She hoped that the rest of her didn't either; the crooked jaw, missing tail, various scars and missing leg. She was a mess. Littlestar missed the days where she hadn't a scar on her. And to think she used to look nice. Pretty, even. She scoffed to think of that word being used to describe her. "Lemme guess; Windclanner with gifts. Can I guess yer name too? Uh.. cute little puppy? Blue?" Yeah, her guesses were weak but it was a joke and he'd likely understand that because who called themselves 'Cute Little Puppy'? "I'm Littlestar, by the way. But ya can call me Lit." She nodded at him, trying to come off as welcoming despite her eyes that continuously wandered towards the gift baskets. Did it have food?



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    "Oh uh, hi Lit! My name is Weed, and you're right, I did bring gifts! That is- if you want them.. but who woudn't want presents? I mean, there's herbs, pastries, and other things- who doesn't like treats like that?" the guardian would respond, nudging the basket forwards. Lucky for the leader, he didn't judge upon appearance, but rather actions, and the other certainly didn't seem bad. Plus, she looked a bit helpless if anything- which was a bit worrying to him.


    "So.. how's Hawkclan doing?" the male would then inquire, wondering why the female was in the current state. It definitely seemed that the other had been through quite a bit. And perhaps she would be willing to share. Maybe she would even be okay with him trying to help her.



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    TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW — marsella xerses — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt;][size=8]"Well, I could do without the herbs but yeah. Presents are okay I guess." She wasn't a big advocate of things like gifts. It made her feel like she owed others something and being in someone else's debt didn't make her the nicest canine. Still though it was a nice gesture all the same and she had to admit that with their famine these gifts were highly appreciated. They all had to eat and a dry sigh left her muzzle as her almost emaciated looking form padded up to stand beside that of her leader. Shifting her gaze away she cleared her throat before she sat down and narrowed her eyes at the dog's last question. How was Hawkclan? Shitty. Horrible. Probably going to soon be riding the disease train soon enough with carcasses of clanmates pilling up. "Been better."

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    I AM DISGUSTED BY ALL THE INJUSTICE — littlestar — hawkclan — she/her —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Weed. God darn, both the cutest and most appropriate name and the funniest too. Weed. Now who in the holy fuck would call their son a name that was similar to a drug? She wasn't trying to be judgmental though. Personally, she actually really liked the name and thought it adorable. So there was food in the basket? Her golden eyes shined and she dipped her head again, leaning forwards a little. "Thanks, man." She responded sincerely before he popped the question that almost every ally ambassador did; How is Hawkclan? She struggled to think up a response that wasn't too harsh, too blunt and too desperate. Marsella had it down before she did though. "Been better." Hmm. That's a good one. I'll steal that for next time. It wasn't too revealing and wasn't too untruthful either. Because hell yeah, they had been better. They'd all seen nicer days in Hawkclan, much nicer days. She focused back on Weed and rifled through the basket, a little curve appearing on her lips as she saw the pastries. She sucked in saliva that threatened to slip and looked back up. "Beauty, stunning." Lit mused aloud, gesturing at the basket, smacking her lips. It was hard to be so energetic with words and actions sometimes, especially with the starvation she faced alongside her people.



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    Oh, so they were being secretive? That hurt him a little, although he felt he would still manage to live with it. It sort of sucked that even as an ally, they still wouldn't tell him though. "Oh uh, no problem okay? Umm... if something were to happen though, you always have us in Windclan. We're stable right now, so we can help you if you really needed it" the guardian would voice, deceiding to leave an open ended offer just in case the other group changed their mind on what they wanted to say about their status. True, they had told it could be better, but the pup honestly felt it could be a lot better.



    ♚ makaio