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"Fair," he meowed, before nodding to the tom to lead them. He knew so little about the Regime that even having Brenna try to lead the way wuold probabyl be disastrous.
As the approached the border, he held up hid tail and began to dig at the ground. “Looks like the ground past here isn’t wet very deep. I doubt it’s collapsed. Just wet. “
While he dug, Brenna kept an easy eye out on the world around them. "That's good," he murmured, before noticing a shape from the other side of the border. The feline was not above the surface very often, but she had been looking for a particular set of herbs when she noticed them. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she witnessed a BrookClan tom dig at the border. "Excuse me," meowed the Regime witch, "what are you doing?"
"You are digging at my border," the Chaman replied cooly. "As much as I wish it didn't matter to me, I feel as if it is my duty to known, Raiser Superior, hmm, I mean just Sammy." Vivianna blinked her cool yellow eyes, her black-brown pelt laying absolutely flat against her body despite the challenging tone in her voice. She was a very recent promotion, so chances were, he wouldn't have any idea who she was. After all, she had been a run of the mill guider before this point. She, however, knew him.
Viviana was known to be the kind of cat one would was not slow to bristle, but she held her composure very well. "I will do nothing. However, I'm sure you know that our mercenaries are much less willing to compromise than a Chaman should be, especially towards a defect."
