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glaniur & raijin don't destroy the survival clans | lavellan
Raijin was new to the Regime -- he'd only become a scout a moon ago, when he'd grown bored of his home in the League and left. His siblings enjoyed their life there, but it hadn't suited him as well as he first imagined, so he'd left. Now, after a full moon in his new home, he wasn't satisfied, but he didn't hate it either. Did they really expect him to stay there all the time, though? He was a Scout for a reason, because it kept him close to the surface and away from those depressing tunnels; and as long as he had hunting as an excuse, Raijin saw absolutely no reason to stay within their borders.
Today he'd left to explore once more. He had never explored down south, underneath the Survival Clans and near the Mountain Clans, so he had loped down to discover the rocky barrier that lay between the two. Standing upon the great gray scatter of rocks tumbling down a mountain slope with the wind in his blue fur, Raijin was having a blast. He skipped down the rocks and wove between the juniper pinyon trees, humming contently.
He had just become a keeper of WinterClan, but that didn't keep him in WinterClan. Glaniur was always on the move, whether he was part of a clan or not. All that being in WinterClan meant was that he had somewhere to return to after leaving and doing StarClan knows what. Trouble would always seem to follow him wherever he went - or was he the one following after trouble? Whenever something was no longer interesting, he would leave. That was just how Glaniur was.
The rocky barrier was a familiar one. After all of the time that he had spent in both BrookClan and EarthClan, and then WinterClan, he's crossed it plenty of times. Still, it always had such a great view, and so he started his way up, his ears tuned in to listen for any signs of dangers. When the subtle sounds of pawsteps reached him, he paused, head swiveling so clear blue eyes stared in the direction of Raijin. It took a few more moments for the form of another cat to appear. For once, Glaniur remained quiet, at least for now, as he just observed.
The blue tom had no goal in mind; he was exploring, enjoying what would soon turn out to be his last few days of freedom. The rock formation was strange, but as he investigated, his ears pricked to the sound of water. Even stranger; was there a creek flowing somewhere near these stones?
Raijin shifted to look at the barrier once more, and his gaze caught on a strange cat watching him. He headed toward the tom immediately, a grin spreading over his features. "Just here to watch? Hope you like what you see."
Oh great, another egotistical cat. It wasn't like Glaniur hadn't met anyone like that before. Glaniur had stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the other tom's first words to him, and instead tilted his head. "Oh? I don't think there's particularly much here to see," he responded, making a show of looking around before his clear gaze settled back on Raijin, brow raised, the grin on his face matching Raijin's. "No, I don't believe there's anything."
Of course, the speckled tom had noticed the sound of running water, but he made no effort to search for the source. He had an inkling that he would be dragged into this search, however.
