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Nobody had come to meet this newcomer yet? How strange.

The white shepherd would tilt his head as he padded up to the lioness, a happy yet... off, smile on his maw.

"Hello!" the dog woofed. "May I ask what you're doing here?" He didn't bother giving his name, something he usually did upon greeting another.

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In a tiny bit of a tired daze, the Windclan Advisor managed to pull herself out of bed finally today, her long fur a bit disheveled and her eyelids still droopy with the threat of sleep. She'd planned to go for a walk for a little while to stretch her cramped legs, and that was how she came across Warhawk. The sight of a lion not that big of a shocker to her. They appeared to be the most common animals to come across in any clan. Unaware that this lioness donned her best friend Sam's last name, she'd simply sitting a little ways behind Komaeda. She'd offer Warhawk a small polite nod, waiting to hear the stranger's answer to her clanmates inquiry.

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The baby moved over and took his seat near the others. Waiting on an answer from the stranger.

Hmm, the scent made the massive American lion make his way over. There were always strangers along the border, either passing by or waiting to join Windclan's fold of animals. He didn't think much of it because in the end they were all friends to him one way or another. He allowed an easy going smile to pull at his muzzle as he saw the other lion. Smaller than he was but still a lion and he strolled a bit closer before he sat down near the group of animals, eyes flicking from the stranger and to the others that had arrived as well. Hopefully this would be good.

She doesn't know why she's here. A few steps over and she's bored already. There's a slight interest, solely because the intentions and name of the lioness at the border are unknown, but it's fading with each passing moment, the lack of information also causing the loss of attention. Without a word, the timber wolf moves over gracefully, staying close to the others, her violet gaze fixated on Warhawk as she tiredly awaits a reply. She doubts it'll be anything out of the usual, but she can sure hope.

Ooooh! She seemed badass-- Primrose liked badass. A grin was plastered on her smug little face as she approached, an almost mischeviously glint in her icy blue eyes as she came over to get a good look of the lioness that proclaimed herself as Warhawk. "Guess you're living here in Windclan now then, huh? Welcome!" she was more than interested in learning what this chick was all about... perhaps more or less because her name sounded so cool.

Having been listening carefully, Glasshalos is quick to respond. "Welcome to WindClan," is the timber wolf's first comment as she shifts her position, sure that she'll be off any moment now. After all, not much is happening here, as she had expected. Joiners are common among the variety of groups, nothing new. Therefore, she decides that she'll introduce herself and leave, seeing as how it's not necessary for her to hang around any longer. Maybe if the situation were different, but alas, this is a simple joining at it's finest.

"I'm Glasshalos." There's a brief pause as she begins to step back. "I'll see you around." And with that, she's turning on her heels and heading somewhere else, constantly moving.

Approaching shortly after Glasshalos was Sam, small ears held forward attentively to catch the exchanges between the unfamiliar lioness at their borders. The first thing of note from a distance was the mane that the newcomer sported- Sam nearly misgendered her upon her approach, and the Medic was quickly appreciative that she had been silent as she made her way to the small congregation. Earthen eyes fixed curiously on the other lion as Sam came to a stop alongside Primrose, the Advisor gave a polite nod of her head before waiting just as the rest of her Clanmates did for an answer to the everyday "name and business" inquiry. The answer Sam received, however, was a shock. The decorated lioness was silent as her sibling introduced herself, eyes widening. "Warhawk?" Sam repeated the name the other lioness used, blinking slowly. "I- It's... Sam." She spoke slowly, fixing her sister with a concerned stare. Would she even recognize her new name? Surely news had spread to her sister that she no longer went by her birth name as Sperazelight- she had taken on the Blackwood surname, a pleasure shared by a very select few. Sam's heart ached at the thought of Fleecewing, grew heavy when she realized she never had the opportunity to offer her family name to Kate, to unify them even closer. Instead the lioness released a shaky sigh, one she had not realized she was harboring.

"Ooh, you guys know each other?" Primrose would squeak out, her tail twitching in interest. Huh, this Sam chick seemed to know a lot of people, didn't she? Talk about juicy gossip, sign her up! What were they? Friends? Enemies? Family?

He was silent through most of the exchange, eyes watching and waiting to see what would happen but what he got was unexpected. Warhawk Blackwood was the name that the maned lioness gave and it made him stiffen a bit. Then came his biological mother and she seemed just a unprepared although he supposed she had a right to be. He didn't know his mother's side of the family and hell he didn't even know if his dad had any family either so seeing someone carrying the name spring up out of no where was a bit off putting. The massive male tilted his head a bit before he pushed himself to stand up and take a couple steps back but of course any movement from a large lion like himself would be caught. Still, he wore an easy going smile even though he was feeling troubled on the inside, always troubled and hiding. "Sup, name's Mercer Blackwood. Guess we are family."