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Was Foxstar ever welcome here? Never. Did that stop her from going all the places she wasn't wanted? Of course not. Today that was FallClan, for no reason other than boredom. At least, that's what she told herself as she blatantly stepped over the borders without a care in the world. Not that she'd ever been one to listen to rules. Gravelstar would have said as much if she could see the ex-Priestess now.
Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 20:32:28 GMT -5
Ghostwood watched quietly as the outsider crossed the borders, his dusky grey pelt blending him in nicely with the shadows. His orange eyes burned with a curiosity and also a distaste. Why cats couldn't obey the rules, he would never know. He rolled his eyes as he watched her pace around at her leisure, wondering if she would show what she was here for, or if she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to start some drama.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 12, 2021 22:00:20 GMT -5
Foxstar didn't particularly care who she bothered, wandering the territory at random, though for a moment she paused, checking out a deathberry bush as if it were especially interesting. Which, considering the ex-Priestess deadly reputation... there was always a chance she intended to pick them and use them for dastardly purposes.
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 18, 2021 2:50:18 GMT -5
The Fallclan warrior raised a brow, shuffling his paws under himself as he wondered just what she was up to. She pondered the death berry bush with such curiosity, maybe that was her intent, harvest and bring some back to... Wherever she was from. He huffed under his breath, figuring he should make an appearance to speed up the process, "Can I help you?" he asked, tail tip flicking as he slunk out from his hiding spot.
Why did Greyhunt always seem to find leaders trespassing into FallClan territory? First it was Glowstar, then it was Foxstar after her murder of Littlelamb, and now it was... A hint of surprise flickered across Greyhunt's expression for just a moment as she stepped out of the brush, only to be greeted by the sight of Foxstar once again in FallClan lands. Instinctively, as her mind brought forward the memory of the ex-Priestess standing over Littlelamb's body, Greyhunt's gaze swept across the small field, relief flooding into her as she found the (still very much alive) form of Ghostwood.
Just after the other warrior spoke, Greyhunt turned her attention back to Foxstar. "I haven't seen you since you escaped from our wonderful little prison," she said, her voice holding her normal lovely cadence despite the words themselves. FallClan's prison was basically non-existent, so it had been no surprise that she had managed to easily leave. In all honesty, Greyhunt still wasn't sure if Foxstar had been the one to murder Littlelamb or not - she had seemed so sincere back then. Still, the grey tabby wasn't going to let it happen again.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 20, 2021 21:05:38 GMT -5
Foxstar turned her gaze on to the tom who found her, recollecting that time she got blamed for a murder she hadn't committed. "Perhaps I wanted to come back and clear my name." The leader answered with a shrug. "I didn't, though. Not that anyone would believe me after all this time. Unless you're keen on reopening a cold case."
"I have no desire to reopen old wounds," Greyhunt replied, lifting a single shoulder in a slight shrug. "Personally, I'm still unconvinced that it was you, but who am I to say that it wasn't? Much too late for that now, though." Her tail flipped through the air as if to throw the topic away. "None of that matters. What matters is what brought you here now."
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 25, 2021 21:13:43 GMT -5
"My question exactly," huffed Ghostwood, unsure what the two were even talking about before. He was infamously not found during important events, and this seemed to be one that he had sat out on, and even still, he hated being lost. But if they werent there to open a cold case, he would sit that story out too. What was important was the present after all. He shifted his weight, a half-crouch, his head below his shoulders, eyes burning into the intruder in front of them.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 29, 2021 15:54:10 GMT -5
She was still standing next to the deathberry push, and quietly plucked a berry from it, giving the pair a shrug. "Been a while since I took to diplomacy, hasn't it. Just trying to get my skills back up." Foxstar's answer was hardly adequate, and a particularly suspicious cat may have considered her actions a threat given the poison she was holding. Though whether she meant it as such was unknown.
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 6, 2022 22:37:49 GMT -5
With a raised brow the warrior's stance shifted, a questioning look on his face, "Diplomacy? Who are you looking to speak to exactly then? Surely not a couple of warriors in the middle of our territory," he suggested, "Are you looking for an escort to see someone about... improving your skills? Or are you using us as your test subjects?"
