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Hawkstar did her best to not seem available to the other clans. She was leader of SkyClan. She was above the petty insults thrown across the border towards some less-than clan-member that couldn't catch a bird or climb a tree to save their life. It was maddening to live in this world where her clan was the only righteous one of the bunch. It was shameful to their very way of life, and disrespectful to the cats that had risked their lives to on the journey just for ... this.
Clans on every border, each one of them code-less and only bound to the morality of their own egos. Hawkstar could not imagine the type of cat who would follow those sorts rather than a leader ordained by StarClan and their rightful code. Hawkstar could also not imagine what sort of cat would follow a mealy-mouse like Pikestar, or so she mused as her good eye caught the sunshine off the river that divided RiverClan and SkyClan. He was a follower more than anything, from what she saw, and though it would probably be an east feat to bend the riverland "king" to her will, what good was that if he could barely keep his own cats in line? She had heard some whisperings from the aftermath of the first Gathering that one of his warriors had tried to claim the crown for himself.
Hawkstar wondered if Pikestar had it in him to exile the attempted usurper. She severely doubted it, but she would certainly know if it was ....Adderslash ? ... that came to the border first over any other RiverClanner alerting to the scent of bloody awful SkyClan.