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Foxstar was lucky that SwiftClan was his new neighbors, he really was. The little basket he carried in his mouth (god only knows where he found it) would have been far too heavy to carry a long distance. Even though the distance between territories was minimal, though, the tom was being weighed down by the additional weight, at least a little bit. That couldn't be helped, though. He was frail and small, and that just was it was.
As he approached the border, he let out a soft sigh of relief from around the handle of the basket. He'd made a similar journey as many times as he could since he'd been promoted to deputy; Tuskstar had been his first, back when the two of them were promoted at a similar time, and Adderstar was just the next in his list. He'd been putting it off - it was hard to make time for the non-essentials when you were afraid that war was brewing in your own backyard - but after meeting her at the gathering, Foxstar knew that she was a friend he wanted to make.
As he approached the border, he set the basket down beside him. His tail wrapped around his paws, and he took one last moment to make sure he looked presentable. He had just realized that a piece of his shoulder fur had been sticking out when he heard footsteps. He made a quick effort to rectify the problem, before looking up, a smile on his face. Luckily for him, he was met by precisely the cat he came to see.
"Adderstar!" he greeted, his silver eyes soft and non-threatening. Not that there was anything he could do to particularly look anything but non-threatening; there wasn't much scary about a scrappy little tom who had only just reached his second half-birthday. "I hope I'm not dropping in at a bad time, I'm not sure if you're still setting in or anything," he meowed, no less awkward than he normally was. Cleaver
After several days of travel, the apprentices had become quieter in their excitement and louder in complaints; gone was their adventurous spirit, replaced by moans of broken nails and scraped pads and sore muscles. Adderstar patiently urged them on as long as she could manage, at least nearer the border of a friendly clan, but she could not encourage them to continue forever. There were only a handful of adults in the clan, and she set them each to work at once: they needed to find a good location and make for a home for themselves, however temporary, until she decided what to do next.
They had settled on a comfortable slice of land, bound by the foothills to the northwest and the river that flowed down into the lake to the south. It was a sparse patch of conifers, the land uneven and sloped, but to the east a path led through the cliffs to a flat swatch of deciduous trees painted green and gold and red. It was in beneath these leafy maples that Adderstar paused, head lifted as the scent of SummerClan carried on the wind, stronger than before. And she smiled: she had hoped they would come to her first. It was not a political move, to wait for the other clan to come to her first; she was simply busy settling in and it would take time to journey to the other territory.
Adderstar wove her way toward the border and saw the familiar small tom waiting for her, a basket at his side. Her gaze lingered on it only briefly, curious, before she met his silver eyes. "Foxstar," she greeted, "your timing is excellent. We are certainly still setting in," she laughed a little, "but we will be for a while yet. You know apprentices; such short attention spans. I do hope you don't mind us settling so close to your land?"
