BLACK SHEEP, COME HOME ☆ o, typhoon kit

Soft were Rhine's pawsteps as he made his way over to the small gathered group, his attention caught by an unfamiliar scent lingering on the air. It seemed almost like home, considering it carried with it the smell of salty waves and hot to the touch sand, but... it was different in a way, too. It didn't include the smell of wet wooden planks that made up the boardwalk along one of Palmclan's borders, and it also didn't include the smell of the damp stone that made up the sharp cliffs striking up into the sky. The subtle but very much there contrast between the two groups struck Rhinestone as both puzzling and worrying. He had known that, surely, there had to be more groups out there than just them, but he had never really thought about what they might be like. Perhaps the arrival of this new soul could be a boon, opening them up to the outside world – not that everyone in the group would be glad for that. However, it could just as easily be a burden, leading to troubles and chaos in the future if the other groups got the wrong impression of them. That only bolstered Rhine to move faster, not wanting anything regrettable to happen in his absence.

Unfortunately, the leader didn't arrive in time to stop Foamkit from charging forth at the newcomer, who looked to be barely a bit older than the other kit. Thankfully, Foamkit was still too young to do too much damage, especially to a larger hybrid like Lovekit. However, Rhinestone didn't want to set a precedent where Foam thought it was a good idea to just headbutt any new and confused "trespasser" on their territory. So, the tom's voice was gentle, but also firm, as he came to stand beside Sugarspice, "Foamkit, no. You shouldn't just go around attacking people, especially anyone who isn't threatening Palmclan." He doubted that the much younger tom would actually understand most of what he was saying, but hopefully his tone of voice would get his point across. Once that was seemingly taken care of, Rhine turned his gaze towards Lo, taking in the small hybrid's odd form and enthusiastic nature. After a long moment, he questioned, "Sorry about Foamkit... you say you're from a place called The Typhoon? They won't be upset with you being here, will they? Cause we can keep you safe, but we don't want any of us to be in danger..." It sounded as if the child had acted alone in this particular little venture, and that didn't fill him with a great deal of confidence. Especially since no one within the clan would know where the hell this "Typhoon" place was.

RHINESTONESTAR - PALMCLAN - PENNED BY STILLY

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