DEAD HEARTS — SAMANTHA BLACKWOOD
"SAM", BIOGRAPHY & PLOTTING THREAD
RiverClan was an ally again. The notion was incredibly comforting, to know such an old alliance had been reformed. And unlike how Henry had binned it without second thought, Sam was confident that Luke would be keeping them close as they had once been. He was young and his nervousness could be apparent at times, but Sam had faith in him. With some guidance, he was shaping into a Leader WindClan needed. But, the intricacies of internal affairs were hardly of much importance over here at RiverClan, now where they? Sam was here as an Ambassador, not to ramble about the slow rise of WindClan. Accompanied by Kate, the champagne lioness was seated at the border of RiverClan's territory, having stuck to land given that she was hardly an aquatic animal. A large river still separated her from the main body of RiverClan's lands however, and Sam had no intention of crossing it without a proper invitation to do so: her manners, while inconsistent, were present. Lifting up an ivory stained paw to tug at the thick knitted scarf wrapped around her neck, Sam cleared her throat before speaking. "Hello?" The flaxen wildcat called out, hazel-green eyes flicking across the tropical land. Would she meet RiverClan's new Leader? Part of Sam hoped so: it was a biased opinion given that he repaired the alliance between RiverClan and WindClan, but she was rather fond of his Leadership already. "My name is Sam, and this is Kate: we're your WindClan ambassadors." Sam introduced the two of them, casting her gaze down toward her Sheltie companio and offering a rather excited smile.