Happy time : GraveClan gifts

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    He had offered to give gifts to some of their allies, so here he was. Ceasefire carried a basket containing toys and some decorative things. With the recent raid they didn't have much to spare, but it was something. "Ceasefire of GraveClan, here with gifts!" The Caracal called out.

    along came the clouded leopard, his quartz white pelt appearing quickly. while he was young, he moved with an elegance. fear, as he had so often experienced, was not in his heart as he approached the caracal. a friendly grin curved up the edge of his lips, as his deepsea gaze prowled the basket. "thank you, ceasefire. i believe we briefly saw eachother at the rebellion's show, it is a pleasure to meet you again. if i may, i'll try to return the favor. however, i'm not someone of power here, so i'll wait for them to arrive." the boy's words were not frequently spoken by those his age, yet they were of higher tones, almost making him appear to be mocking the great scholars of history as his squeaky voice sounded. a nod moved his cranium and he seated himself, awaiting another elite member.



    angel with a shotgun - johnny - male

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    the next person to arrive was johnny, his flask surprising nowhere to be found. old habits died hard, but that didn't mean he couldn't take a break everyone in a while. it just meant a lot of coughing and headaches, nothing too bad. anyway, the male found himself sitting a couple of inches away from harvey, giving the boy a nod before turning his attention to ceasefire. he wasn't too familiar with clan life, and had to wonder if this happened often. the idea of getting gifts without giving something in return was something he hadn't thought about in a long time, and he couldn't but stare at the stranger for a moment, suspicion lingering in his gaze. "uh thanks, that's very... nice of you." how long had it been since he'd actually thanked someone? and further more, when was the last time he said the words and actually meant them?