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Pfft. I was excited to scoop up one of your threads!

‘Sort of’ neighbors. She wasn’t sure what that meant—but the mention of Silvertongue was enough to curb her from questioning it further. She also wasn’t entirely sure how to answer his question—were they still calling themselves Riverclan?

There was still a river. Seemed logical?

Withholding a gentle chuff at her absolute lack of knowledge and usefulness, the mottled youth instead did what only one could do in a situation where presented with when your cohorts were trying to stake a new claim and a neighborly stranger came waltzing around your borders.

You faked it until you made it. Or something similar.

“Yep.” A pause, her bright eyes studying him momentarily—the burns on his face nothing she had seen before, but also nothing she would allow her gaze to linger too long upon. She wasn’t that rude, right? “Are you like… the welcome wagon, then?”