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    It's... Been awhile, hasn't it? Since they last heard from ShadowClan? He remembers a feline by the name of Finch if he's correct, or was that for some other clan? He can't recall a lot of past memories after his death, as if it he were trying to look through fog only his eyes only allowing him to see but so far. The demon feels anxious, worried about him popping up and ruining things, and maybe he will. Mess up his life more than it already is. Deadboy lets out a long, tired sigh as the scrawny, ebony hued serval arrives at the border of ShadowClan, fiery orange eyes flashing and darting from side to side, appearing to be ready to get the hell out if needed. Once it looked like whatever was a threat to him wasn't around he visible relaxes and sits to lift a back leg and scratch at his neck. There Deadboy runs his tongue over his chest a few times before gazing ahead, ears alert and twisted forward. "Um, Deadboy here, from The Sanctum. Just checking up to see if the alliance between us stand or we have to, uh, make a new one." Goodness, he almost got awkward and said some stuff to sound weird. It was bad enough he called a garden one of his members were revamping "lonesome" and the strange look he received.

    Sango was... incredibly picky when it came to alliances. In fact, she was just getting ready to drop a few this week. The only reason she'd allied with the Sanctum was because Duchess knew her personality type and was able to maneuver around her quite well. Sprinkling in compliments at the right times and not giving Sango anything to work with so she'd be able to twist the Doberman's words. She was quite tricky.


    The hellhound loped forwards, brilliant blue eyes cast upon the Sanctum Leader. She could almost taste his hesitance in the air, and it reminded her briefly of when ThunderClan had come crawling for an alliance, but Deadboy kept it better hidden.


    "How is the Sanctum?" The canine would drawl idly, dodging the question for the most part. "Do you think we are still allies?"




    there seemed to be some sort of theme where sollux crawled behind sango whenever he decided to leave the comfort of his respiteblock. but whatever, it seemed that the leader didn't care, just as sollux didn't all the same. besides, one of the reasons he showed up was because he was curious about alliances. no matter how much he told him that this planet was shit (and that alternia is a million miles better) he still couldn't help but be curious. maybe it was because he actually could be curious without being stabbed to death. but really, he didn't care either way.


    padding forth, the horned tiger would adjust his glasses, eyeing the other lazily. he wouldn't even try to say hi, seeing as he hated talking to people he didn't know most of the time.


    Wherever Sango and Sollux went, Ramsay was sure to follow. And oh, wonderful, another clan that he had thought long passed away. Looks like both Graveclan and the Sanctum were still eking some sort of living in this god awful world. Good for them. Seating himself somewhat near his two clanmates, the striped hyena would offer Deadboy a grin but did not speak, wholly curious of how the other male would react to Sango's questions.

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