Private Thread A Little Diplomacy

Real strength isn't just in fighting, it's knowing when to stand firm and when to lend a paw.

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Beewhisker had moved to the forefront of the patrol to bring the group of RiverClanners to Camp. Coldstar had come back with news of diplomacy with Fawnstar, and while their patrol-mates, Oatpaw and Boulderdash may or may not have believed them, Beewhisker saw no reason that Coldstar would lie. Every cat wishes to look after their own clan and bringing them to camp would settle the patrols defeat the moment they walked through if they had an attack planned.

"C'mon! Not far now!" They cheered as they approached the dip that slid into the WindClan camp, the WindClan warrior curled their tail up in a halt as the group approached the rim of the camp. "You said this is urgent, Coldstar?" Beewhisker asked, a twitch of their whiskers betraying their curiosity and perhaps a little nosiness that they assumed Coldstar wouldn't appreciate, so they didn't pry, as much as they wanted to.

Their blue eyes followed the path to the heart of camp and spotted a red and white stocky shape, their face lighting up with recognition as the placeholding deputy caught their eye. "Cloudflare! We've got RiverClan here for Fawnstar!" They called, not really wasting much time for the pleasantries that Coldstar likely wouldn't be here for.