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Goldengriffon emerged from the warriors den, looking just a bit ruffled after waking up from a wonderful nap. His bright blue eyes were still hazy as he began blinked away the rest of his sleepy demeanor. He let out a long, silent yawn as he crawled forward on his front paws to give his body a good stretch. His tail waved high in the air lazily as he straightened up once more. His pale ginger coat glowed warmly in the afternoon sun after a bit of grooming. After picking out bits of moss from his fur, and deciding that his pelt was perfectly cleaned and proper, he began to head towards the fresh-kill pile. But the tabby stopped mid-stride when he caught sight of Jetclaw. He had heard rumors about the Sunclan warrior after she was brought here, nearly on the verge of death. She seemed to have made a good recovery, but there was a sort of darkness hanging about her. Goldengriffon, like many, did not know the full details of what was happening in the forest clan. Others were quick to believe the rumors, but not him. No, Goldengriffon needed to know the whole story from both parties. He liked to have a good view on things before making any sort of judgment. With a quick pivot, the Springclan warrior made his way over to Jetclaw. "Greetings." He said politely, dipping his head respectfully towards her as a show of good faith. "You're Jetclaw, correct? The warrior from Sunclan?"

The golden tom flicked his ears as he listened to her words. So some of the rumors were true. Littlestar was no longer the High Priestess. Which means that either there truly was a coup d'etat within Sunclan. "Simply a matter of formality." Goldengriffon said, offering the she-cat a smile. "My name is Goldengriffon, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." He was very formal in how he spoke as he sat down near her, being sure to give her the space she seemed to enjoy. "I suppose then that solves one rumor that has been buzzing about the clans. Sunclan is in a bit of distress it seems."

Goldengriffon lowered his head solemnly. The battle with the league had all but destroyed Springclan. Their deputy had ran off, and they’re beloved leader still laid in a coma. “Yes... well that is if Thistlestar wakes up. There is a slim chance.” He said with a soft shake of his head.

“But Fawnheart and Softpelt have been doing their best in their efforts to treat him.” The pale tabby wasn’t sure what else he should disclose to Jetclaw. After all, she was still from another clan and though she had denounced it Goldengriffon couldn’t be too sure that she wouldn’t return in the near future.

“But yes. A hunt sounds like an excellent idea. The perfect exercise after an afternoon nap.” He quickly rose to his paws and headed towards the camp exit. He paused and looked over his shoulder at her. “I’m sure you’ll find that prey is more easily found in Springclan territory then in Sunclan. Is it true that your territory for the most part is barren desert?” He questioned, his curious nature shining through. “Forgive me, if I am being to forward. You see, I’m quite interested in the history of the clans including their geographical features. Sunclan is perhaps the most interesting next to Winterclan.”

"Well," Goldengriffon said as he started leading the way, walking with a carefree attitude as his tail swayed behind him. "I suppose you wouldn't know how to fish so we can't go to the lake. But there's the glade and the forest. There's plenty of ground prey to be find there, with plenty of birds as well."

The pale tabby paused for a moment, his whiskers twitching as his blue eyes flitted about the territory. He remained still for a moment before taking a sharp turn, motioning with his tail for Jetclaw to follow him.

"Since this is your first time hunting in Springclan's territory, perhaps we should start easy. The forest may be more familiar to you, and may prove to be the better hunting ground. Though I assume the lay of the land is a bit different from the flat forests below compared to the ones nestled here in the mountains"