Follow my lead : meet and greet w/ allies

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    Ceasefire always thought it was good to know who your friends were, who would have your back, who you can trust. Now of course those were your clanmates, but it was more than just your clanmates. They were also the members of the clans you were allies with. When you were in trouble, you could count on them to back you up. They were friends, people who shared similar views with you. They were allies for a reason, and getting to know them would be a good way to strengthen the alliance. A meet and greet was a good place to start, was it not? Not always the best, but he planned to follow this up with other events that would bring the clan's closer. Ceasefire believes that it was important to be close with your allies.


    The male would be situated in camp, standing up and checking on the last final things. Was everything clean? Were the signs up? Were the signs in the right places? Did the signs lead to the right place? Were all the invites sent out? Everything seemed to be in place, though he would be talking briefly with a npc who had helped set this up. Didn't hurt to double check.

    i could keep running, hiding till they find me

    ( male - older than time - the elite - stormclan - archangel - tags )

    He was tired as it was, but even using a modicum of his power to teleport to GraveClan took a lot out of him. But the power drainage was worth it. The Elite was floundering, like a few other clans, and their alliances could eventually need to be called upon for assistance. And this meet and greet was definitely the way to build up those relations with allies. "Hey, got your note," he announced to the caracal--whom he recognized to be Ceasefire, likely the one who'd left the note--as he approached with his usual easy grin on his maw.

    //mobile ugh

    tags
    The reason that Calina had come to this meet-and-greet, besides to meet other people outside of ShadowClan, was to see what it was like in other clans. So far, she had only been in ShadowClan, where she lived currently, and had visited BloodClan twice- but beside that, she had never been anywhere else. Calina had an ambition to one day rule ShadowClan, though, and she figured it would probably be a good idea to know more about other clans so that, when she became leader (which could or could not happen- it was just Calina's arrogance that told her it would be a thing), she wouldn't be floundering around and trying to figure out who she was allies with.


    GraveClan's territory was interesting, that was for sure. The fog and the gravestones gave off quite the spooky vibe, but Calina wasn't particularly scared- she was a large, fierce creature and, plus, she had no idea what gravestones were, thus she wasn't frightened of zombies or ghosts or whatnot. It was the manor that really caught Calina's eye, though- she hadn't seen a house before, not a proper one. The closest she had seen to a proper house was the treehouses in ShadowClan's territory, and those were more like shacks than anything else.

    The dark-furred canid padded over to Ceasefire and Gabriel, her invisible eyebrows raising as she spotted Ceasefire. "Hey! Haven't I met you before? At my meet-and-greet?" She tilted her head, padding closer before glancing at Gabriel. According to his words to Ceasefire- "Hey, got your note."- he wasn't from GraveClan. He must have found a note on the border to his clan, whichever one it was. As stated before, Calina didn't know much about clans outside her own. She didn't know the scent of The Elite at all, so she asked, "What clan are you from?"

    How they want to to destroy each other,


    Ah, a meet and greet? Stanley padded over, his tail flicking nervously. The selective mute would hang off to the side, wary of the newcomers. They would all eventually leave though. Stanley held on to that thought as he stiod off to the side.

    #Stanley'sParable

    How they wish to control one another.