WE'RE ALL MISTAKES WAITING TO HAPPEN // open, hawkclan ambassador

Her paws dragged when she walked. She was bone tired. And it was stupid because her clan wasn't in that famine anymore, they hadn't been for a long time. She shouldn't be so tired, right? She'd been getting more then enough food to fill her belly every damn day, she had medical supplies, her clan was alive and her scars were healing. Then why do I feel so tired? Some questions didn't have answers. Littlestar stared at her reflection as she leaned up from the stream. She had been merely taking a drink when her own eyes caught her. They asked many questions. She properly looked at her mangled face, studied the crooked jaw, the gap in the side of her mouth, the scars going over her left eye, the scars on the bridge of her nose, the torn ears. A physical and mental mess. The tabby sharply looked away from the reflection she'd forever considered to be ugly and limped the rest of the way to Thunderclan, golden eyes analyzing the territory quickly. It seemed a little barren of people but she knew they'd come eventually. She wondered who'd be popping up for this ambassadors visit. Sasha was her first guess. The leader. Crow. And she couldn't guess the rest. She'd been an ambassador to Thunderclan ever since she'd been known as Littlekit. But a lot of the people she'd gotten to know really well back then had died. The tabby tilted her head to the side and sighed softly, stub tail giving a wriggle. "Yo. Littlestar here. Got some gifts for you." Her voice barely contained the spark it always had. She nosed the gift basket forwards. Insides was packets of lollies and chips, a rose, a bracelet and a nice blue beanie that an elder had knitted, as well as knitting a scarf for the Riverclanners.

The battle scarred Monarch could wait patiently. She'd brought herself some provisions on the way here because she knew she'd get extremely tired by the end of things. Slowly, as if it were a struggle to even grab the tiny satchel hanging from her belt, she pulled out the jerky sticks and began gnawing at one. She knew this was a 'safe' food because it wasn't messy and she wouldn't slurp or drool as much with it despite the gap in the side of her mouth, caused by the crooked jaw.

Her half lidded gaze flickered upwards and landed on the familiar somali cat. Of course! She'd forgotten the male from the Hawkclan party had been a Thunderclanner. She lifted a paw and have a half hearted wave, ears twitching. "Shit. But it's okay. What about you?" Littlestar was being blunt, she knew that, and she knew saying what she felt wasn't a great idea but she doubted it would do anything for the Thunderclanners. Her golden eyes flickered down to the axe that seemed to be half finished dangling from his paws. Her interest piqued a little. Littlestar was no weapons master but she knew a good looking weapon when she saw one. "Cool axe." The battle scarred girl commented, gesturing at it with her muzzle. Before she could garner a response, several more members of Thunderclan popped up. Pretty quickly. Interesting. It seemed the clan was back on it's feet. That was good. Zjarr had a very strong american accent which she recognized right away because it was slightly similar to her late fathers american drawl, his had been southern though. Also, the Thunderclanner had a very unique and distinct appearance so she recognized him. She'd probably seen him around before sometime. "No prob." The medicine cat was extremely unfamiliar and she watched with blank eyes as he rustled around in the gift basket and pulled out a lollipop. He seemed to ignore her in those few seconds until he said 'oh' and introduced himself. Her brows raised. Had he forgotten about her? The dark grey tabby was not offended but she made sure to give him a nod only before her gaze drifted towards the Leader of this place.

She assumed this was her first time meeting him and noticed that he was young. Wasn't that interesting? There were a whole lot more young leaders in the world, including herself. "Germanicus. Cool beans." God, she was tired. Her gaze kept on flickering off to the side but she devoted herself to giving him a brief analysis. Turkish angora, young, accent that she didn't quite recognize. His offer was very tempting. "Uh..." She paused, thinking. Did her clan need her instantly in that one hour? Probably not but the chances of a raid occurring... she felt a decision coming. "I'll pass, mate, but thanks." Littlestar finalized, ears twitching. Tempting offer though. She thought, glancing at the next person to appear. Crow Roux. Now here was a more familiar face. He'd been the Leader last time she'd been here. What'd happened? Hell, at least he was still alive. "Hey Crow. All good. Ya okay?" It wasn't as if she thought he wasn't but.. hell, she just wanted to check. The female then turned back to the majority of them, eyes tired. "How's Thunderclan? Any news?"