Drawn out by the commotion, Commander Mars was standing at the entrance to Headquarters. The first cat he spotted was Diana. She gave him an irritated glare, but his only response was the same mischievous smile that he always gave his sister. She wasn't a bad cat after all. She was just a bit prickly. When he realized that DayClan cats were with her and the other Regime cats that were accompanying her, his smile changed. It still held the same charismatic charm that Mars was known for, but was more guarded at the same time. DayClan was the Regime's allies, but a more formal way of speaking with them would still be necessary. "I've been expecting you Glowstar. I hope you didn't have too much trouble on your journey?" It was a subtle way of asking if that commotion he'd heard a few minutes ago had interfered with her trip to see him. He could have asked openly, but that might seem a bit too forward and it would definitely upset a few members of the Regime if he were to accuse them of doing something they did not do.

"If you were worried about Diana, it's not that she hates anything really. She does come off as a bit stiff sometimes I suppose..." He then shook his head. "But if you were mistreated on your way in, I do apologize. They were instructed to treat you as guests." He would look into that later, but for now, he probably needed to smooth things over. "I've been well thank you." He glanced up when he heard the squeak of a bat overhead. Thank the Blind Protector they had finally gotten rid of that infestation. That would be a bit unseemly in front of the DayClan cats after all. When he noticed Wispyfeather, he smiled. "Would you all like to see the kits you left with us? I can assure you they are being well taken care of in Post Kilo." As a father himself, he could imagine that being separated from ones kits could be stressful and while he would normally never take an outside group into Post Kilo, he would make an exception this once since their little ones were still being cared for there.

Limavady's pelt prickled as his thoughts spiraled. He might have to tattle-tell on Lakota. It terrified him as much as it secretly pleased him. Maybe she'd break his legs, but maybe watching her get reprimanded was worth it? Inside, he was chuckling. For all the times she'd spent picking on him, he'd really love to watch her ego deflate and writhe underneath Mar's command... No, he wouldn't say a word. Not against his own kin. Besides, would Lakota learn anything? Would broken legs really be worth a day's worth of spiteful laughter? Hm. He stopped cackling inside, wondering what the best decision for himself would be. Maybe he could blackmail her later for it. Hmm.

The tortoishelle raiser nodded at Commander Mars before turning to the Dayclan cats. "I am Raiser Astrid. If you follow me then you will be able to see your kits." She indicated with her tail for them to follow and flicked her ear at Basil. He almost certainly heard the commander's orders so the old she-cat would not reiterate it. Without hesitating, she began to walk down the tunnel and stoped at the first bend for them to catch up. A clan cat caught in the tunnels alone would be as good as crowfood if found by a regime cat.

"Wow. You just scarred that tyke for your life, what are you doing, oh my gosh," Xuxa said sarcastically padding up beside Gardenia. 
They were both horrifically scarred, it was what made her feel so close to Gardenia. She didn't feel ugly around Gardenia she just felt like her sister. A warrior who went through a lot with someone who knew what that was like. Gardenia and she had both been attacked at around the same age, close to being a young apprentice, but Gardenia had been younger when she was attacked, Xuxa's was a spy mission gone wrong. She nuzzled into Gardenia, "You really worry too much."

"She's not wrong, you know," Soigne commented blithely, stepping toward them and casting an amused glance over the small group. "Between the two of you, those kits must think the whole Regime is a horrific mess." Not that she was much better - after all, there was no hiding the deep claw marks scoring the left half of her face, or the blue eye resting there that was definitely not hers. It wasn't purple, but it wasn't a bad color, so she had thought it might be an improvement; it wasn't, and every moment she wore it Soigne grew to loathe her new eye all the more intensely.

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"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Not like I haven't heard that one before," Gardenia deadpanned, rolling her eyes at her more childish sisters. Despite her sarcasm, however, she couldn't help but smile at Xuxa and Soigne's presence; the Superior felt much more at ease when she was close to them. Not to mention more confident that she really wasn't doing anything wrong while caring for these young tykes. "They're asleep anyway, so for the moment they won't be terrified by our ugly mugs." A more soft, loving smile crossed her face as she looked down at the Dayclan kits again, and for a moment she felt her gaze become transfixed on them. Until one of them squeaked in their sleep, and the she-cat nearly jumped out of her fur before letting out an amused chuckle. "Motherhood is most definitely more of your thing than mine...I'm sure the both of you will hate to see them go."