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Foxbane, Vixenkismet, whatever one wanted to call her, was certainly not welcome in the Regime. Not that she necessarily liked the place either, they were the ones to drive her insane in the first place. Whether lucky or not, however, her sister in law had a certain Sentinel that the fox furred feline liked, an old friend who'd been with her from the very beginning, it seemed like. She didn't really wait at the border intentionally, more the case that she'd happened upon the person she was looking for at the right moment. Two feathers hung from the auburn she-cat's ear: Hope, Control. Two symbols of her DayClan status, though she wasn't wearing the customary paint of the SunClan cats, though that was for her own reasons.
"Any fun recently, or have you just been sitting around starving with the rest of the group?" She'd noticed the Regime's troubles at the recent gathering, and more or less figured what was going on. Should she have checked on Jezi sooner? Maybe, but Foxbane had been dealing with a lot, including believing one of her mates to be dead, so she gave herself a pass.
