His last conversation with Dustystar had been pleasant though unfortunately cut short. As the Clans regathered from the night of the full moon and fell back into rhythm with patrols, Sablestar had thought of ways to strengthen the allegiance between his and Dustystar's Clans. He still was unaware of which side of the stars the molly aligned herself with, as Fleecefur was evidently leaving him to discover it himself.
Pelts cloaked in shadow emerged with him at the edge of the Thunderpath and Sablestar delegated their crossing within a few waves. The sinking soil of the prairie greeted his paw pads as he made himself the last to leap over sun-warmed pavement. It had been an uncommon occurrence for the bicolored tom to be seen outside the time of twilight, and he felt the effects as well as his eyes strained in the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath after accounting all of his warriors; from the scent on the breeze a patrol was not too far away.
"Hello, WindClan!" Sablestar greeted with a confident curl of his tail as they neared their border. "Dustystar and I would like to further secure our alliance with one another in a bit of friendly competition and join your hunting patrol. Is she around?" He had faintly recalled some interrupted mention of their border being tense, and though he hadn't heard an inkling the same from his ranks, he would prefer to squash any animosity within hers if he could.
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a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes