"Heavystar," Havilah bowed his head in greeting, which was good because it hid his scowl long enough for him to regain his composure. Calling his patrol 'strangers' while, factually true, set a negative tone to the interaction. It indicated that SwiftClan believed they were in control of the situation. Lifting his head back up, the auburn-furred tom's expression was much more neutral, "I am Havilah Eerie, the Renegade Regime's new Commander, and this is Brilliance Kanoni, my Solider Superior. We have recently returned to our territory after several moons of absence and noticed your border markings while re-establishing ours."

The young Commander paused for a moment, his intention to make Heavystar squirm just a little bit. He still had not revealed the meaning of this meeting and knew a young, inexperienced leader like Heavystar would likely be growing anxious to learn why. Havilah having something that Heavystar wanted shifted the balance of the conversation back to the Regime.

"I wanted to introduce ourselves to you, since we will be living so closely to one another, and also address the stretch of territory between our two borders that neither of us have claimed. Would you like to have this conversation here, or moved elsewhere?"

~*~

Havilah is so hot.

Spiritlake couldn't help but drool over the tom. His auburn fur was warm and rich like red clay, further sculpted into the perfect example of a tom in peek physical condition. Flashes of white lighting-like cracks shot up from his paws blending back into his fur, pointing at his hard, gilded green eyes, dark and full of mystery. Right away she could tell he'd always been the Alpha-type who didn't take anything from anyone. Just being around cats like that was intoxicating sometimes and Spiritlake was certainly buzzed.

Smitten, she wasn't listening to a word that Havilah and Heavystar were saying, instead staring at the Renegade Regime patrol and wondering how in the world Limeburst had thought they were giant monsters when they looked so good.

Before he could answer any of the questions the other leader had asked him, Heavystar picked up on the side conversation that had started. He narrowed his eyes, giving Straybullet a questioning, pointed look, praying that the regime's cats didnt hear him too. He cleared his throat to make sure, hoping to convey that his warriors should keep quiet, for this at least.

After regaining some composure, he chuffed, a wide smile on his face, somewhat apologetic as he dipped his head with the same level of respect, "I dont mind, we can talk about it back at our camp if you'd like, the southern location is abandoned this time of year, and its close by." He offered, his tail tip twitching. Really the nomadic leader was comfortable anywhere, Swiftclan had gotten him used to discussing business and making important decisions anywhere, anytime. And they werent the most formal group around to say the least.


Limeburst was anxiously dragging his claws through the dirt, behind the two other warriors, both trying to hide himself, but also peek out towards the regime cats, his green eyes narrowed to watch each of their movements, acting in tandem to them, readying himself for anything.