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    She remembered how she used to visit Blizzardclan weekly. And no, it was not a matter of being ambassador. It was because one of her fathers resided her. He was a high position here. Before he went missing, he was known as Breadstick to majority of them. She knew him as Circusclown or.. Dad. And she used to come here to talk to him and get to know him the way she should've when she lived in the Exiles. Nowadays, the only times she visited here was when she came to parties and stuff like that. So Littlestar decided she would come to Blizzardclan to check up on them and stuff. The scarred tabby walked all the way there, leaving her pet griffin and hawk back at home. It was nice, after all, to take walks on the ground. She flexed both paws and finally came before the Blizzardclan border, golden eyes studying the territory. "Yo! It's Littlestar right here." The Hawkclan Monarch called out, wondering who's attention she might catch. Normally it was a big group of people but she wouldn't mind if it was just one person either. "Just wanted to say hi or something." The tabby added, tail stub twitching.


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    Pierce had known Breadstick - or, Circusclown. The male had been a bit rough around the edges and had his... quirks, but in general the vice-leader liked him. If he knew that Littlestar was his daughter, it was most likely that he would get extremely excited and start asking her questions about him. After all, there was almost nothing left from his life when Breadstick was around - before Tama died and Sweet stepped up. His professional life went uphill, but his personal one began spiraling, all because the one rope that kept him secure - Riddlersgame, his former mentor, his best friend - had broken.


    Nothing was the same now, but he treated it as such. He had Robespierre and Witchcraft and Mie, so what did he need Riddler for? He didn't. He shoved all thoughts of the exiled Blizzardclanner, both good and bad, from his mind, and claimed he was better off without them. Was he? Well, there was no way to be sure, but he had been feeling a whole lot happier recently.


    The sandy-furred tom was, as usual, checking the border when he came across Littlestar. He knew her as Hawkclan's leader, and was pretty sure they had spoken before, but otherwise didn't know her. With a sweet smile on his lips, Pierce approached the tabby. "Well, hi, Miss Littlestar!" he began in regards to her words. It wasn't often that one came to Blizzardclan "just to say hi", but he definitely didn't mind some company. "I'm Pierce Parker. Is there anything I can get for you - maybe some water, or something?" It was never a short journey to Blizzardclan, after all.


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