Arrival (Snakey, Windy, Crane, Bracken)

[xx snakey]

Duskstar sat on the River bank, his tail wrapped safely around Dawnkit, who was squirming irritably. Silverflower shivered next to him. "Why are we here, Duskstar? What's going on?" She meowed frettfully, her tail lashing in concern. She didn't want Dawnkit to fall into the water, which, though covered in ice, looked percariously unstable. Duskstar just flicked his tail. "You will see." He lifted his muzzel to scent the air, waiting for Cranefeather's familar scent to come to him. He knew the white tom would not stand him up. He would be here, soon. Duskstar turned to Gingerstorm. "You will not say a word that is against anything Cranefeather or I say, you understand? If you have a suggestion, a good one, be inclined to speak up. But if you are to say anything negitive, I will cut your tongue from your throat." His tone was calm, level, as if this was casual conversation. Silverflower gasped next to him, flicking his flank with her tail. "You don't mean that, do you?" She asked quietly, and Duskstar shrugged. "Yes, I do."

ooc: So, posting orader, Me, Bracken, Crane, Windy, since that makes sence.

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Gingerstorm sunk his claws into the wet hearth. He hated the idea of being here. What was so important about this meeting, anyways? And why was Cranefeather coming? Wasn't he the deputy of Riverclan? Where was Riverstar? So many questions to ask, though Gingerstorm knew many would be going unanswered for the meantime. The ginger tom wanted to ask what the two would be saying that would want to make the Thunderclan deputy hold his tongue- but that would probably he left unanswered as well. Gingerstorm turned his glance to Dawnkit and Silverflower. Why were they here, again? Without even being able to catch himself, Gingerstorm asked, "Duskstar, if I am to say nothing- why am I here?"

[Crane]

c r a n e f e a t h e r !

Cranefeather paused in the shrubs at the riverbank, using his sensitive nose to asses the situation. He smelt, firstly, a ThunderClan tom, which he instantaneously recognized as being Duskpelt. No, Duskstar.
Forgetful! he scolded himself. He inhaled again. A she-cat, who was surrounded in Duskstar's scent. Probably that mate he'd been talking about, then. In between them, for some reason, was a kit. A little female, her scent a balance between that of Duskstar, and the she-cat.
But the last smell surprised him. An unfamiliar tom, also from ThunderClan. What was Duskstar playing at? Well, he'd be able to... No, three against one, no chance of escaping. He'd either grab the kit or run across the river and smash the ice if they gave chase.
Quietly, he padded out of the bushes. He was going to make it safe before Riverstar, his pregnant mate, appeared. He wasn't going to let her fight, not with the precious kits.
"Duskstar," he greeted, nodding his head to the massive tom. "You've bought friends?"

[xx snakey]

Duskstar glanced at Gingerstorm and rolled his eyes. "I never said you can't talk, just curtale you tongue, alright? I do not want to offend Cranefeather." He said, just as the white tom stepped into veiw. Duskstar stood up, nodding to Cranefeather in return. "Yes, well, I hope you don't mind. May I introduce my deputy, Gingerstorm." Duskstar flicked his tail to the ginger tom and then to Silverflower. "And my mate, Silverflower." Silverflower gave Cranefeather as chakey nod. He was almost as big as Duskstar! That diffinately frightened her. Duskstar ignored the obviously shaken queen and nudged Dawnkit. "Go to him and say hello. Intorduce yourself, and be polite." He whispered to the kit. She sprang up, and licked his nose to say 'I'll make you proud!' then turned and scampered acrossed the ice. It didn't flinch under her puny weight, and she made it acrossed easily, besides slipping a few times. She then walked up to Cranefeather fearlessly, her bright orange and green eyes sparkling with the need to impress her father. She gave her chest one quick lick and then smiled sweetly at the large white tom. "Hello. My name is Dawnkit. What's yours?" She mewed, her voice sweet and innocent. Duskstar looked on approvingly. "Now, you have your promise of trust between us, may we come acrossed?" He called, his voice loud enough for any near by cats to hear.

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Gingerstorm stood firmly as Cranefeather appeared. Though he had seen the much younger deputy from afar, it surprised the ginger tom how tall Cranefeather actually was. Gingerstorm gave the white deputy a less than a glare, as he gave nearly everyone. He gave a small nod when he was introduced by Duskstar. "Cranefeather, I assume?" he asked coldly. Gingerstorm's claws were caked in wet, mud. Though he hated the feeling of mud on his claws, it was better then how Gingerstorm usually greeted his enemies. Besides, he and his leader weren't exactly buddy-buddy, so Gingerstorm felt as if he were on thin ice. There was supposed to be a heavy trust between a leader and his deputy- but how could Gingerstorm trust a cat he never really cared for anyways?

[Crane]

Cranefeather nodded to Gingerstorm, who he now knew to be deputy, ignoring the almost-glare he was recieving. Gingerstorm didn't really come off as a very friendly cat. But Cranefeather chided himself. Look who was talking.
He also nodded to the queen, who he had correctly assumed was Duskstar's mate. But his attention snapped back to Gingerstorm as the smaller tom asked his name. He opened his mouth to answer, but then didn't need to, as little Dawnkit came shuffling across the ice. Cranefeather glanced wildly at Duskstar for a moment before realising that the kit's weight wasn't going to affect the very thick layer of ice. He smiled down at the little she-cat.
"Hello, Dawnkit," he said warmly. "My name is Cranefeather. It's a pleasure to meet you." The white tom glanced back up to Duskstar.
"You may cross, but be careful. The ice is thick, but still easy to shatter. And not even RiverClan cats risk the river when it's this fast and cold," he told Duskstar. Hopefully the cats would understand his subtle warning. Cranefeather, although now in a shaky alliance with the ThunderClan cats, wasn't going to risk his own neck to save them.

[W.in.DY.]

ooc|| Arg, I guess I'm needed?

Riverstar was thin. Despite the fact that she was pregnant, she was still thin. Hard to believe, right? She frowned, quickly making her way to the crowd. She sat, scanning the strangers. What the heck were ThunderClan cats even doing here? She snarled. "Cranefeather you—"She stopped herself. "Cranefeather, why are they here?" Riverstar snapped, sheathing and unsheathing her claws. No, she didn't want them to think she was picking a fight, she wanted them to get the heck of her property— well, it was sort of her property, because she was the leader.