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With a smaller patrol than the one she'd led along WinterClan's border the other day, Jetstar led the warrior and apprentice along the border. Breathing a sigh of relief when they reached the point where the lake edge ended and they were on the border between SpringClan and SummerClan.
"Have either of you two been into SummerClan?" She asked glancing back at Berrypaw and Honeycream. This was the first patrol without her having her deputy around to help smooth things over. The two seemed to be a decent sort, Honeycream seemed to embody the peaceful nature of SpringClan so she hoped that by showing off her desire to reaffirm SpringClan's alliances would encourage more support. Especially since she hadn't been able to transition in smoothly as she'd hoped.
Honeycream wasn't a very vocal cat, or a fighter, but he was a lover and a peaceful cat. A diplomate in some's eyes, and yet he hated the politics between clans and the drama that came from them. Such as the rumors he'd heard about WinterClan as of late, and SunClan and DayClan as well. In all honesty, he'd rather be back in camp, or in the flower meadow surrounded by the lovely plants. Not out here on his way to SumerClan's border to speak with them. Hearing the question, the tom frowned, trying to think of a time when he would have gone inside of SummerClan's borders. "No, not that I can recall. Have you in your travels, Jetstar?"
SpringClan Jetstar tilted her head having to think for a moment. "Hmm, you know... I don't think I have." She said. She'd been in several battles over the course of her life. Heck she'd been in SpringClan territory briefly once before. But she couldn't recall a time she'd been in SummerClan.
"First time for the both of us!" Jetstar said trying to sound cheerful, raising her tail as she spoke. They were nearing the SummerClan border now. Soon they'd hopefully catch sight of a patrol or someone they could hail and request to speak to Ratstar with.
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SummerClan
"SpringClan's been awfully quiet since the battle with the league." Markedpelt meowed to Ratstar and the others on their patrol. "Thistlestar looked pretty bad... think they're holding up okay?"
Ratstar stared down at his paws as he led the patrol across the Shore of Shifting Sand and north towards the small, but familiar, Springclan border clearing. Yeah, things had been quiet with Springclan since their battle against Primal Instinct...too quiet. While the surprise attack had served its intended purpose - no sight nor scent of the League near the Mountain Clans since that day - it had come at far too high a cost than the Summerclan leader had anticipated; the last he had seen of his old friend Thistlestar, he was unconscious and badly wounded, being carried away by his Medicine Cats. No revenge was worth losing his friend over. It was never worth it. "I hope so..." he murmured, his chest knotting anxiously as they approached the border.
Markedpelt glanced at his leader then turned his gaze back to the border. His ears pricking up when he caught sight of several cats. It had been so long since they'd seen SpringClan patrols. And most had hurried along. "I see some! If we're quick hopefully we can catch them before they leave!" He said keenly quickening his pace.
SpringClan
On SpringClan's side of the border Jetstar let out a sigh once they reached the border and sat down next to it. She glanced around and let out a breath when she saw some cats walking towards them. "Oh good, we won't be waiting too long. Let's hope they're willing to take us to their leader."
"I don't think we'll need to hurry, Markedpelt, they seem to be getting pretty comfortable," Alabasterpaw said, although he did speed up his pace with the other two toms. Despite being an apprentice, he was the same size as the rest of the cats in his patrol, clearly within a moon of receiving his Warrior name. Of course, that flush white coat of his would forever make him seem a bit more youthful than cats his same age, the elder's never did get tired of pinching his oh-so-handswome cheeks, "I wonder what they want?"
"I mean they might be admiring the scenery." Markedpelt said. But his whiskers twitched giving away that he was kidding. "But it does look like they're waiting for us... maybe they're waiting to fill us in?
Or perhaps to tell them their alliance was over.
"Well, the sooner we get over and chat with them, the sooner we'll know." Markedpelt remarked.
Ratstar didn't respond to either the warrior or apprentice; his one-eyed gaze fixed on the small Springclan patrol waiting patiently for them. Deep in his mind, he almost didn't want to approach. What was the saying - no news was good news? He hesitated in breaking that spell, breaking that hope that everything would go back to the way it was, that he and Thistlestar would continue their small, friendly chats every moon, while watching the waves on the shoreline.
The tabby took a breath... and then padded forward, waving his tail in greeting. "Thank Starclan that we've ran into ya," he meowed in his strange accent, taking brief notice that he didn't recognize any of the cats on this patrol. "We'd been worried when patrols stopped coming this way. How goes Springclan?"
Honeycream smiled, "oh look! There's a patrol coming this way, Jetstar!" He practically purred at the sight. Now they'd get to see this task over with and he could go pick some fresh flowers on their way back, or maybe, if Jetstar didn't mind, he could pick some on their way to see the leader. The tom waved down the patrol, his tail shifting his happiness to see them. It would good if their leader would see them quickly, or maybe feed them while the discussion was happening since it was nearing mid-day and all.
Jetstar nodded. "Thank you Honeycream." She was glad when the warrior confirmed it. As admittedly if a group of rogues had come up claiming to be SummerClan they could've gotten away with it, given her lack of familiarity, and especially given the odd way the lead cat spoke.
Turning to the SummerClan patrol she gave Ratstar a polite nod. "There was a time of some difficulty," She began. "Unfortunately Thistlestar's injuries following the confrontation with the league were so severe he was unable to remain as leader. So I, Jetstar, was chosen by StarClan to take over." She meowed lifting her paw. "And I was hoping to speak with the leader of SummerClan to discuss maintaining the friendship our clans have enjoyed."
Well, there it was. The confirmation that he had been dreading, but at least the anticipation was over with now. "I'm...sorry t' hear that," he meowed, unable to hide the sadness in his voice. "Thistlestar is a good friend o' mine, I pray to Starclan that he's granted a safe an' full recovery." With a deep sigh, he shook off the guilt he felt for the...former Springclan leader's condition, and turned his attention to the she-cat standing in front of him. The new leader. "Jetstar, was it? The name's Ratstar, leader o' Summerclan. I'm more than happy to discuss the future of Springclan and Summerclan's friendship with ya. Would ya prefer t' visit our camp, or would our neutral ground 'ere work?"
Jetstar nodded, and considered the question. She glanced at her companions before refocusing on Ratstar, "I think here should be fine for now. Perhaps as we get to know each other a bit better, we can intermingle more closely. But for a first introduction, I think a place of neutral ground for both of us is the best start."
Ratstar nodded wordlessly, gesturing with his head for both the Springclan patrol and his own to follow him, as he turned to lead them all down towards the shoreline of the Northern Sea. Once everyone had taken a seat and were settled, he looked back at Jetstar. "So, before the whole Primal Instinct business happened, Thistlestar an' I had come to an agreement of a permanent alliance an' friendship; yous scratch our back, we scratch yours - an' when the good weather comes, we have a feast...which Swiftclan will inevitably crash 'cause they like free food. I'm supposin' that you'll hold to your predecessor's word?"
Jetstar nodded. "Indeed, alliances are always good from my experience." She meowed. "So all that sounds good to me," She smiled at the mention of a feast. "And I like the sound of a feast when good weather comes. Are we simply talking a thaw during the midst of leafbare, or when greenleaf comes?" She asked.
"I wouldn't be so unreasonable t' make ya fetch prey for a feast in the midst of the cold season," Ratstar chuckled. "A feast in Greenleaf would be easier for all o' us." He paused, shifting the dirt beneath his front paws for a moment before speaking again. "The Forest Clans are far too dangerous and unpredictable, in my opinion. I'll be honest with ya, Jetstar; ma Deputy and I have been talkin' 'bout shuttin' the whole border down."
"Jetstar..." Alabasterpaw murmured under her breath, trying to put name to face. He'd seen this she-cat before at a gathering, but rarely among cats of SpringClan. In fact, he couldn't say that he'd ever seen her at any of SummerClan and SpringClan's meetings, she was a new member to be sure. He closed his eyes and focused on her scent while she and Ratstar talked before something clicked in his head. He was a polite tom and in hindsight would be embarrassed for how forward he was, but at the present the revelation wasn't something he could contain, "... I thought I recognized you! You're from SunClan, aren't you?"
