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    The evergreen here smelt lovely during the fresh spring times. Paws gently moved through the pound forest, she headed directly for the Storm clan border, each step was lazy calm as if she meant no threat. Which she didn't, a basket she proudly weaved hung from her jawls. She honestly was lost but knew at some point she will run into a storm clan member. Maybe a nice one, but then again everyone kinda have her a awkward look. She wasn't the poetry of someone's eye that's for sure.

    TURN AROUND, THERE'S NOTHING THERE


    There were few times when Marigold was happy to be a spirit, when being dead helped her to feel confident when she normally would have felt scared. Now, as she approached the newcomer, was one of those times. Her ebony pupils were large in her translucent, tan eyes, her heart beating as she padded up to the female. It was not that she intended to be rude, her nervousness was only triggered by appearance; although she did not completely understand them, bad things had been happening around StormClan before she arrived, many regarding vampires. Her mother had been harmed by one, as well as many other members. However, she spirit knew the same fate could not come upon her, and the newcomer's basket helped to boost her courage.


    "Hey there," she eventually meowed, pausing in front of the Irish Wolf Hound. "I'm afraid I have to ask your name and business." The stars in her fur tinkling, the StormClanner dipped her head to the newcomer, showing that, although pending her answers, she would be welcome.


    EVERYTHING'S VANISHED IN THE AIR


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    The district has been experiencing some difficulties keeping up. Mutt on the other hand had just recently joined the effort to revive such. The sudden appearance of another didn't much startle her but the fact she was a ghost set her scales among the reddish gold hue. " Muttz ... I'm here on behalf of the district..just checking to see if we are still allies or not? Brought ya a basket as well. " She said looking rather happy she was found by someone.

    Oh a new person? What was their name? Looks like the starry person got a tan on that? "Muttz? Like the type of dog?" The hybrid asked, a little confused. Oh well. He had heard of the district before! "Well I'm Endlesscub! Nice to meet you!" The young male said cherrfully, unaware that he was interupting anything.

    Blazestar would go over as well, a small smile on her face. District. They had a trail run and even if they hadn't had gifts before this, it was good to see that they cared. They definitely had potential. "I'm Blazestar, leader here." the feline greeted. "Thank you for the gifts, and I'd like to say that we are indeed allies." and if it didn't work out then she could admit she made a mistake- though she didn't expect that happening.

    (post are lashing luster I'm having a bad day)


    Mutt turned to the new faces getting each with a smile. Nodding she understood then her attention respectfully on the leader. " Im Muttz Hellion, normal member of the district. Thank you so very much for the confirmation. We are in hopes of finishing this party and would like to invite our allies, but we was certain if you seen us friend or foe. " Her scales shivered to a calming dark Amber white her cotton white luminescent gaze twinkle with her ever present smile. " If possible I'd like to stay a while and learn about the customs here some day? '' She couldn't possibly leave now..The district needed help from all its members. " Also to ask how is everyone here, any assistance needed on our part? Also I'm currently a open to alliance litters " though she tried her best not to turn red...literally, it failed and she was beet red, however sill holding a composed smile.