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    steps are quick and certain, jaws peeled open in a slight gape as faint breaths pulse past a sinner's tongue. eyes of plum have never laid upon the environment fleshed out before them and an intense curiosity riddles the cavity of her chest as they look onward. sunclan has been a group shrouded in mystery for her and even now, her imagination runs wild with its lore. chicagocrimes settles on the border with mindful caution, strong limbs jailing the swell of stomach. she sits there somewhat eagerly, dark claws slicing into the loam scaled out underneath them, her thoughts not much company.

    The SunClan leader was first to approach, dipping her head in greeting to Chica. "Hey, what's up?" She tilted her head a bit in an almost cat-like way, as she sat down in front of the other leader, ears twitching. Thea still hadn't really learned how to formally greet people who were most likely here on business.


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