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A fresh blanket of snow was heavy on the ground as Whiskey padded away from the barn, only marginally bothered by the lack of a cleared path from his home to his destination. His long fur was apt at keeping him dry, with his outer coat much thicker than first appearance might suggest, but his thin undercoat was terrible at keeping him warm. He trudged through the snow with a determined expression nonetheless. Cold or not, he was still to meet PrairieClan's latest diplomat - his first task in the role himself.

He wondered who it was that PrairieClan would send. All he knew is they were inexperienced with such things - not a cat that frequented this border before. Cindersong - Cinderstar, he corrected himself - seemed enthusiastic about the appointment. She liked whoever it was, at least enough to entrust them with this role. Whiskey wished that meant he could trust them, too, but unfortunately he didn't care for PrairieClan's leader enough to blindly follow her. She was too new to her role. Even as deputy, she rarely engaged with border politics, or at least other barn diplomats had told him as much.

Trying to remember the name, Whiskey picked up his pace toward PrairieClan's border. There was a cluster of trees, something planted by a meandering squirrel and their acorns, just on the outside of the territory. This was where the two groups tended to meet. Whiskey could see them in the distance, their barren crowns scraping at the pale sky above, trying to pull down the thin layer of clouds that separated the world from the sun. He thought he could relate to that. How desperately he wanted the sun's warmth.

Behind him were two other barn cats. Though this meeting really was just for him and the new PrairieClan diplomat, it would be foolish to come alone the first time they met. What was the name? He tried to recall, leading the two other cats with him toward the trees. Something about birds. The pattern behind clan names was logical enough, but it always made the names strange to remember. Bird...? It wasn't just Bird, no. But I can't...

No point in wracking his brain any longer. Now settled under the trees, Whiskey could see movement in the distance, a sure sign of the patrol's arrival.

ooc: i'll let u decide if raven brings buddies lol