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    A small, awkward smile crossed the face of the Patriot at the greeting by Chionodoxa, and Strat would nod in greeting to the stranger in hopes that she didn't look too tense. Just as the smaller feline made a comment about not knowing Balthazar (which almost made the girl think that the creature had lied to her about where he was from), just the man she wanted to see turned up at the border with a sly look on his face. Even though she knew that none of this could possibly be intentional, she wanted to slap the flirty look off of his huge face.

    "I figured that it would be bigger of me to turn up in person to say this to you," she began, no return of a greeting escaping her. There was a serious look on her face, despite the sheer anxiety the rest of her body language gave off. She wasn't sure what Balthazar expected from this visit-- a declaration of love or something equally disgusting, probably-- but she knew she was about to turn everything on its head for him. "Look, I know that there's no way you could have possibly planned this, and I sure as hell didn't either--" I know you didn't because of the stupidly oblivious look on your face, she wanted to add bitterly, though she knew she had to keep everything calm and political if she wanted this to go well at all. "Balthazar, I'm expecting a litter, and all evidence at hand leaves me with no other father but yourself."

    Again, it was like dropping a stone in still water. Now she got to watch the ripple effect.



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    Strat could remember when she saw Ver working as a medic for the first time, after the raid that Volary sent into the Exiles to get back Rohan. She had offered to help the canine out, so long as she was very good at giving directions, and the woman had declined, saying that she wasn't any good at directions at all. Now that she was the Swan of Healing, though, Strat figured that Ver probably had to get her priorities more in line. The girl padded over with her ears pricked, offering her co-Shaderunner a smile. "I'll listen in."



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    On one hand, the name Fallenking did have quite an ominous ring to it. However, on the other hand, Strat understood the feeling of slight inferiority that came with being the deputy of a Clan and still holding an apprentice's name. She referred to herself almost solely as Strat instead of Stratopaw when she was the Shaderunner but still less than a year old (and it was how she had introduced herself in the Flights, and thus the only name they even knew her bay). She felt bad that the Strategist was already worrying about that sort of impression as well, but she nodded along slowly as she approached Fallenking. "Gotcha, Fallenking," she replied with a curt nod and a hint of a smile. "Though trust me, I don't think many people are all too concerned with young people in positions of power, if my brother and I are any proof."



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    Strat knew that she was going to have to get an ambassador visit in with the Brigade soon, and with how experienced she was with things related to pregnancy, she didn't want to wait much longer and see what sort of shape she'd be in down the line. Instead, she opted to get the task done right away, and she took to the skies to fly over to Delos with relative ease. She had only been to the other continent a handful of times before this, but the girl supposed that this would be the perfect excuse for her to do it more often. She hit the ground in the grassy meadow with a solid thud, the gift basket still held securely in her jaws. She set it down when she reached the scent of the border, her tail flicking back and forth. "Afternoon, Stratocumulus Aeternum here, your new ambassador from the Shadow Veil."



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    Focus breaking, green eyes rose to meet the Veilers who began to approach her. "Afternoon, Captain," she greeted Annalysia first, and then she was diverted to Ver and Charlie, asking about what exactly she was doing. "I figured I might as well start getting used to doing little things around camp, so I thought I'd help make some gift baskets for the ambassadors to bring on their visits." she explained. As she did so, she made another mental note to visit the Brigade before it was too late for her. "You're all welcome to join. I've only gotten a few done."



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    A small smile settled on Strat's face as Mercy began to speak, nodding along at the news that she did indeed already know. She hummed a few times in acknowledgement, to let the Shadowkeeper know that she was actually listening, and she crossed her front paws one over the other. "Yeah, good point. Might be a good idea to keep them in mind when we need backup," she agreed. Then her gaze turned to Leesha, and her smile didn't falter. "Hey, it's okay," she said gently, giving her sister a warm look. "You've dealt with a lot lately, I'm sure everyone understands. I'm a part of the Rogues too, so maybe you could come tag along one day when I'm on my way over?" She could understand the feeling if Leesha didn't want to be alone much since her incident with the Exiles-- and she wasn't going to hold it against her at all. She was a child and had undergone severe trauma at the hands of an enemy that everyone seemed to collectively hate. Why would she be mad at her because of the way that would affect a person?



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    Strat's expression softened considerably as Leesha began to speak, and she felt a tug of sadness in her chest at the weak I don't know. "I'd love to, if you'd have me," she replied gently, a soft smile creeping onto her face. She wasn't sure if it was an attempt to comfort or empathize with the girl. Trust me, we're in the same boat here. Slowly, she padded over to where her sister rested, green eyes flickering from the book by her side to the tired look on her face. "Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked. "If you don't that's okay too. But... I've been through stuff with the Exiles too, you know?"


    //ahhh sorry this is so rushed dfbjkndfbkjdf



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    Strat was going to have to get used to doing mundane things around camp if she was ever going to survive this pregnancy with her sanity still intact. Even though she had spent the vast majority of her life living only in the Veil, she worried that she was going to become stir crazy, get some sort of cabin fever, once she was no longer able to make the trek to the Flights or even the Rogues. So she figured that exposure therapy to the boring, the menial, and the everyday would help her get acclimated to her certain doom-- er, future. So the girl had settled herself off to one side in camp, with a group of wicker baskets off to one of her sides and an array of little gifts and trinkets spread out in front of her.

    Every few moments she would stop to ponder, and then she would pick something up from the pile and set it in one of the baskets. Each one was lined with dry grass, to give the gifts something soft to lay on top of. Spread out in front of her were stones in gray, white, and black-- the ones that the Veil used for rune carving-- herbs that only grew in the Pines, and some of your run of the mill ambassador gifts like food and cute litter trinkets that she could find. It appeared to be quite an overwhelming scene, with everything surrounding the one girl, all on her lonesome, but she found the task of putting together the baskets to be quite methodical, and she didn't seem to mind the controlled chaos at all.



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    "Evening, Englishivy, was it?" greeted Stratocumulus as she padded over to the border. Getting to know people from other Clans was odd-- seeing familiar faces on the border was weird. But she knew she had seen this fellow around somewhere before, and the smell of the Tribe made the reason why clear enough to her. "Everything's well in the Tribe, I hope? Nothing bad happened to bring about this visit?" She knew that nothing was probably wrong, but in this day and age, when the Exiles were taking whatever they wanted and running with it, there was never really any harm in asking, she supposed. There was a light smile on her face as she glanced upwards towards the canine.



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.

    A small smile crossed the face of Strat as she padded over to the border, eyes settling on the now familiar face of Technicolor. "Well, happy half-birthday then, Technicolor," she greeted with a polite dip of her head. It was odd, the way time worked in Agrelos; surely the girl had only been four months old just recently? But then again, she did have a habit of aging at weird rates herself. She can't remember a single time between her being ten months and twelve months. "How's the Brigade? All's well, I hope?" She was really going to have to get on top of their politics now, considering she was their new ambassador. Also need to go and actually visit them before I'm too pregnant to move.



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    our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road —— information.