Look what I found {Seversk-Open}

[crunchyshell]

{i can't believe that there is nowhere you can go}

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Thin fur stood on its ends as he tenses at Needleheart's crude and sarcastic remarks. This she-cat had a serious problem. One that Solospot was just another toy for.

Even if he had been able to say something, Hawktalon came to his rescue before he could manage. The tom gave a smile to the warrior. However, the medicine cat didn't really have it in him to accidentally poison anyone.

So, seeing as he wasn't into revenge, it did make him an easier target for the coy she-cat.

"Good..." He murmured to Hawktalon, upon being asked, casually, how he was.

Nodding respectfully a hello to Streamfur as she padded up. When Needleheart used his name in the manner she did, he shot her a confused look. Maybe slightly disgusted? Didn't understand why she was suggesting that he would be wrong about Crookedstar not feeling well.

His different coloured ears pricked up from the former backward position. Help with LurkClan? Large, yellow eyes gave a quick look over Seversk, as he noted the black tom was not a very muscular cat. Perhaps he offer wit?

Perhaps he offered strength of mind.

With a quickly glance at Streamfur, he prayed she'd think about this before making an harsh decisions. After all, this was just some strange and unheard of cat.

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{and not be found without sound}

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'' NeedleHeart

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The cream-colored she-cat's ears flickered slightly, looking at SoloSpot. Her tail swished, getting agrivated. She looked over at Seversk, with a cheesy grin.

"What could you do, honestly?"

Her smile returned, her gaze shifting to SoloSpot, and all the other cats.

"Honestly, how could you?"

She said this, her gaze back at Seversk.

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[poppyseeds]

Streamfur eyed Seversk. She tilted her head and meowed, "I am the deputy of RiverClan. What do you need to say?" She frowned at him, her blues eyes turning dark. She shot a look at Crookedstar's den, then Solospot. "Is Crookedstar okay?" she asked, turning back to the rogue.

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Ooc: I would reply, but kinda waiting on Grungepelt.

[crunchyshell]

ooc;; oh! i was waiting for you D:

{auf ihrem weg zum horizont}

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Solospot let out a light gasp, as if surprised by the suggestion Crookedstar are in critical condition. "Nothing worth f-f-f-fretting over! Sh-sh-she just need her-r-rest!" Ears flicked to the sides as he mumbled a hardly audible "sorry", referring to the misunderstanding.

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{hielt man fuer u.f.o.s aus dem all}

lyrics;; 99 luftballons

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Ooc: I was gunna let you answer her first Its all good.

Hawktalon smiled to Solospot at his answered, looking back to Seversk with curiousity, ignoring the slight sting to his tail where Needleheart has scraped it with her teeth. "Well nice to meet you Seversk." He responded warmly, studying the cat. He could help them with Lurkclan? Though they usually wouldn't want help from outside cats, with this problem, it may be for the best. He glanced between Solopot and Streamfur, knowing Crookedstar would be out here unless she really needed some rest. 'May Starclan watch over her...' He thought, glancing to Needleheart. "Let him speak, Streamfur can decide what to do then."

[poppyseeds]

Streamfur let out a growl. "Yes. Speak, rogue!" she yowled. She glared at the tom and then tilted her head, waiting for him to speak. She looked at Needleheart and then Solospot. Crookedstar must be bad, Streamfur thought because Solospot was stuttering. She would try to visit later. She had to deal with the rogue.

[skirr]

[ wait for meee 8( ]

Seversk ignored Needleheart's continued stream of insults and taunts, instead eyeing the cat who had admitted to being the deputy. He churned his thoughts over as they began to chat amongst themselves, though he narrowed his eyes as the deputy snapped at him. 1...2..3-4-56789-! he took a deep breath.

"This... Lurkclan of yours caused these Clans many grievances, am I correct?" He began, slowly, glancing around. He would have preferred a more... personal conference, but he would have to make do. "As I stated, I believe I can help."

The rogue straightened up, puffing out his chest slightly. "As it were, I believe I could - how would you put it - infiltrate their ranks and gather information. I would then relay said information to someone in your clan. I'd expect you to inform any of the other clans, of course, but even so."

He shifted his weight slightly. "Since this is for your benefit, I would, of course, have some... terms I would need your Clan to agree to. But - ah! - all in good time." He gave a soft smile, mock sincerity contrasting against the intensity of his eyes.

"If you don't like this idea, well... I'll leave. I can't assure you that anyone else with my skills would take you up, though." What was business without a threat?

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Streamfur stared at the tom. "What kind of terms? What are the terms?" she asked, her voice firm. She kept eyeing Crookedstar's den and Solospot. But she had to keep her full attention to the rogue. She looked into his eyes and held his gaze.

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NeedleHeart's ears flickered slightly, her tail swishing side to side. She turned, and stared at the rogue.

"Why should we trust some rogue, who we happened to just meet?"

Her eyes narrowed, her brown gaze turning to StreamFur.

"Don't tell me I'm wrong, but why should we trust him?"

Her cream-colored fur seemed to bristle uncomfortingly on her shoulders, her tail still swishing side to side.

[poppyseeds]

Streamfur growled at Needleheart. "I never said I trusted him. I just want to know these terms he speaks of," she meowed. She looked at the rogue and took a step forward. "Come on, what are the terms?" she asked. She stopped growling and looked around.

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NeedleHeart sneered, her tail swishing side to side. Of course, it seemed StreamFur trusted the tom more than her, at least so she thought. She looked over at the tom, known as Seversk, ears flickering about impatiently.

[skirr]

[ whooaaa hold on i'm waiting to give grunge a chance to post ]

[crunchyshell]

{my whole life}

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Was listening intensely, deeply thinking about all Seversk proposed. This would indeed seem like a good idea.

And just as the medicine cat wondered what the catch was, the tortoiseshell mentioned terms. A frowned crossed his face, as he wasn't so sure.

Streamfur spoke, what he would have, what were the strings that were attached.

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{is turned into business}

^{lyrics;; bleed to heal-
semi precious weapons}

[skirr]

Needleheart began to prattle one about trust and how he should not be trusted, caused Seversk to flick his ear back in annoyance. Silly warrior, this wasn't about trust... it was about necessity.

The deputy turned on him, demanding the terms. The rogue gave a soft sigh. He'd been hoping to seal the deal, first, or at least get confromation they were interested, but...

"For my services, once my time undercover in Lurkclan was complete, I would request residence on Riverclan territory." He glanced over them all with china blue eyes. "Not in your camp, mind you; but that I would be allowed to remain safely on your territory and catch my own prey without being chased off by your warriors."

He let that sink in before continuing. "I would also ask that, should I work as your spy, Riverclan and the other Clans agree not to harm or kill me, should I need to cross someone's territory to deliver a message, or should I be forced into battle on behalf of Lurkclan.” A dead spy's a worthless spy, after all.

"What do you say, Deputy?"