"Welcome to Riverclan," her voice echoed Shining's sentiments as the snowy feline padded up to join them at the border. She offered Molly a warm smile of greeting, tugging gently at the mask around her neck like a nervous tick. She had to stop assuming every new person had the chance to kill her with some disease. "My name is Whiterose," she had almost forgot it was customary to introduce yourself to newcomers. Maybe she'd offer her assistance in the future?
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"Did someone say medic?" Whiterose padded up with her eyebrow quirked. She'd been nearby taking a little stroll to clear her mind. The icy winter air was refreshing.
Two of the beings here were Riverclanners, but the third was a stranger and he appeared to be struggling with internal pain as she could sense no physical injuries from where she stood now. She'd have to get a closer look, however, in order to be certain. "My name is Whiterose, I'm Riverclan's nurse - will you allow me to take a look?"
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The white mask that normally swung free around her neck, was now secured tightly across her face. Winter never failed to provide a breeding ground for sickness, and this time around Whiterose had caught something. She grimaced, allowing the blame to fall directly on her shoulders. She should have been more careful.
The young feline found herself padding up to listen to the meeting, staying aware of all her clanmates nearby. She didn't want to chance passing whatever she had on to one of them, so she stayed near the back.
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The young girl had never really thought the prefix of her name was that common, so it did send a tinge down her spine when the male gave his name. "Whitelace," she rolled his name along her tongue, "Welcome to Riverclan, my name is Whiterose." it was peculiar to her, though she held back on commenting on it. Perhaps they'd meet at a later time and share a laugh or two.
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Was she high enough in rank to accept such an event? Whiterose thought not, so she simply smiled at the rift commander.
"Sounds like a lovely idea, I'll be sure to pass the message along. In the meantime, would you care to rest here a bit? I'm sure you're paws are weary from travelling all the way here. I'm Whiterose, by the way." how funny, that she was yet again next to someone who's name was only one syllable different than her own. This caused an abrupt giggle to escape from behind the safety of her thin white mask that stretched from ear to ear. Ah well, it was easily hidden by a short cough.
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Shininglight's voice broke through the haze her mind had been living in as she sorted through the various herbs and flowers she'd begun hoarding since the beginning of winter. Her thin white mask hung loose around her neck as she did so. With a start, she turned her blue optics on to her leader before picking herself up and joining him.
It was no surprise he seemed a little disappointing in the overall direction Riverclan had taken. If she was being honest, it was probably because they were one of the only pro-clan's left out there. Being a pro-clan meant that they didn't really do raids unless it was to help others in need. It left little room for immoral creativity on the part of there members - not that Whiterose was complaining. It just seemed like a lot of people these days craved the excitement that pro-clans just didn't normally have.
"I'll happily head over to the Rift for the member swap. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from their medical team." If they even had one. Her position, though precarious as it was in Riverclan, had begun to became obsolete in other groups. A fact that scared her, mostly because she held an irrational fear of getting sick.
"Perhaps, as far as events go, we could jump on the Christmas train: For our clanmates we could set up a little secret santa event. It could be a good opportunity for us to get to know eachother a little better." they might also be able to involve the guilds in a little christmas event, but Whitey figured she'd mention a guild v. guild snowball fight later. "As far as events open for our allies, I was thinking we'd be able to find a way to set up an ice rink? We could invite all our allies for a go on the ice and some hot chocolate." pardon the pun, but it would be a neat ice-breaker for members of allies to meet one another, and maybe learn a thing or two about the other.
"Now, as for our group as a whole, I have a few ideas that I would love to discuss with you, though perhaps in a more private setting." the ideas she had branched off from her recognition that Riverclan was viewed as weak primarily because they were pro-clan. These said ideas weren't exactly opposite of their current morals, but might not be taken too kindly by the other members.