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Mongrel paused as he reached the Waterclan border, peering across it and towards the land behind. Cicero had given free pass for them to go wherever they pleased, but this did no mean Mongrel wanted to waltz across and earn battle scars. But the border seemed poorly marked, like it hadn't been renewed in a but; at-least in this particular section. If a patrol had been by they surely had cared very little about their given task. So it was with some confidence he walked across and into Waterclans lands.
Violetstar was not an idle leader. She was often out of camp patrolling with her clanmates, or helping make repairs to nests in camp. Her paws were always moving and she was always busy. Unlike some, who seemed as if they simply would rather stay in their den and let the others do all the work.
Well, for once she wasn’t exactly doing ‘work’. Instead, she was out to relax. Perhaps be away from her duties at the moment. It sounded nice, to think of simply enjoying the winds in her fur.
The scent of Waterclan grew stronger and Mongrel froze, wondering if perhaps he should change his course of action. But he had served as Cicero's scout for longer than he could remember, the hound often sent to test waters and sniff out weakness. And the whispers from when he had been in Springclan scouting it out before Cicero's arrival had spoken towards a wrought past for Waterlcna. Knowing he smelt strongly of rouge rather than Springclan he held his ground and waited for the approaching cat to appear.
The scent hit her nose unexpectedly. Violetstar had not had to fight in some moons, perhaps a season or more. Her body tensed suddenly, wondering if this was a good idea. The scent seemed to indicate only one cat, and she felt she could take the cat, maybe. Despite being the leader, she was not strong suited in fighting nor hunting. Violetstar was decently equipped with both skills, but definitely was not perfect by any means.
The tortoiseshell patterned leader hesitated, one paw mid step as she let her thoughts race. Finally, she decided, it was better to confront whomever this rogue may be, and get on with it. If she couldn’t protect her clan from one cat, what kind of leader was she, anyways?
With it finally decided, Violetstar headed towards the scent, soon catching sight of the cat. “Is there something I can help you with?” Her words came out seemingly unthreatening, but her eyes gave off the clear indication of wariness.
"I find myself a little misplaced." Mongrel lied with an easy grin, all skills he learned from Cicero himself. A fighter rather than a liar, often to plain faced to escape with little mistruths even. But the stakes were high in this instance, the tom desperately not wanting to set off to many alarm bells for Violetstar. All the rouges were visiting clans and Mongrel knew if he could figure something out about Waterclan he could keep the rouge leaders favor.
One did not want to fall out of favor with Cicero."Can you help by explaining where I am perhaps?"
The leader was very well known to be one who did not trust others. She was hesitant, though had a lapse in judgement. He seemed genuine, or so she thought. “This is WaterClan. Did you mean to come here?” Her purple eyes seemed oddly innocent, and her niavity shone in that moment. Likely due to being a young aged leader.
Little did she know, but she’d later regret even speaking to this tom.
"No actually." He chuckled, doing an appropriate approximation of sheepish. "I don't know the clans that well, I mean I know of you all of-course. But I don't know your names or territories or anything." He seemed to hesitate for a moment for continuing. "I actually had been considering joining one of you, the clans that is." He ducked his head, glancing away.
It was no secret that WaterClan had been taking in loners, rogues, kittypets. Their numbers were once almost diminished, and Violetstar had been desperately trying to bring them back up. Now, here was another cat she thought could possibly be an addition.
Her eyes looked him over, WaterClan cats needed strong limbs to swim the currents with, yet thinner coats so that the water could dry quickly and easily after a swim. “Can you swim?” Violetstar had started to relax, her shoulders no longer looking tense.
"Passably." He responded though that would be a lie. Almost the biggest one he had told this far; Mongrel was terrible in the water. "Is swimming a requirement?" Mongrel asked, trying to seem like he was confusing Brookclan and Waterlcna. "I thought while you fished you also had plenty of other sources of food. Though I suppose with a name like Waterclan I might be mistaken."
The feline couldn’t help but let a smile slide along the lines of her lips. “Swimming is definitely a requirement. Fish is our main source of prey.” Violetstar explained to the tom. She sat down, then, tail flicking behind her form as she awaited a response from him. Though decided better of it and instead asked,”What’s your name?”
