walking the wire | windclan ambassador

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    Luke was back at the wall guarding HawkClan's territory. This time, he'd actually had time to throws some gifts together and more flowers. He liked flowers and found it a gesture to give to friends. He sat with said gift basket - blankets, herbs, and so on - and waited.

    What could she say? She loved gift baskets, she loved allies even more. Reason was; during the rough famine, gift baskets had been one of the most vital lifelines for her entire clan. They'd literally feed off of them and got their breakfasts' and lunches from them. They didn't need to do that anymore, obviously, but it made her love for them stronger. Second reason to love them was.. well, they were gift baskets and who didn't love a good gift? Littlestar was patrolling the thorn wall as she did every day the morning that the Windclan ambassador arrived and happened upon the barbary lion almost immediately. She halted before him and her golden eyes flickered down to the basket full of blankets, herbs, various items. She wasn't smiling (reminder; she never did) but her eyes were warmly glowing and her face had visibly perked as her gaze returned to Luke. "Yo, yo. Leader of Windy-city, right? Cool beans to meet ya." The tabby inclined her head to the side and assumed she'd actually met him before at a party or something. He looked mildly familiar anyways so she was just going by her gut instinct. "Am I right by guessing them gifts are for us?" Littlestar added after a while, rubbing her ugly face, stub tail twitching. She adjusted her body so that the stub of her back leg was hidden from view.

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    He remembered when he used to come here with a basket of food in tow when he'd visit for one reason or another, worried for his starving allies, but only able to do say much. To say the lion was happy to see their problems had been solved was an understatement. Luke looked over, smiling and nodding. "Yes. Luke Skywalker - you're Littlestar?" Windy-city. Well, it sure was better than what some people called them. Even when he knew he brought the gifts and what she was talking about, he still glanced down at the basket when it was mentioned. He pushed it forward, "Also, yes. I'm the ambassador, I suppose, so I came to introduce myself. Last time I visited, I couldn't get a basket in time, so I'm making up for it now. How is HawkClan doing?"

    Vani had been at the border the last time Luke had been there, to give an invitation to HawkClan to a party. She couldn't quite remember what the party was about completely - but she was still planning on going when she found the time to do so. A smile would come onto the female's face as she came to the border, having heard Littlestar speaking to someone, and her tail would begin to wag as she noticed the familiar face speaking to her leader. "It's nice to see you again." The sentinel would bark out happily, her tail slowing down to allow for professionalism. As the question had been directed towards Littlestar, Vani looked over to the other, waiting for her to reply, as she didn't want to be rude.

    ★ what a coincidence. luca wasn't expecting to see the barbary lion again so soon. it was a little awkward, considering the circumstances of their last meeting, but luca slunk up to greet him nonetheless. he flashed a sly smile, sitting down at the border and looking over the contents of the gift basket. he didn't really have an opinion on gifts, other than they were nice, he supposed. he looked back up at the lion and dipped his head in a formal sort of greeting. so this guy's name was luk? and he was windclan's leader, too. how amusing. "hi there," he began, curling his tails around his paws. "my name's luca, i don't believe we've met before," he threw in a small wink there for good measure. "hawkclan's doing well. better now, thanks to these gifts," the demon joked lightly, his cheeky smile refusing to fall from his scarred muzzle.

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