Too much fucking walking. You think Stryker would have spaced his visits out, but no. The determined and confident lion wanted to visit all of these groups in one day... Why? Because shit wasn't going to slow him down anytime soon and he sure as hell wasn't going to let them know he was tired either. Instead, with his head held high, the Kingpin wandered up to Palmclan's border. A jagged smirk curled upon his maw, revealing the stained teeth beneath. "Afternoon sweethearts," he drawled. "Name's Stryker and I'm here for a little visit." That could mean many things for a clan full of little kitties. Maybe they should watch out for those alabaster canines of his, especially since he was hungry after all this walking.

The lion's tail swished back and forth. Neon eyes narrowed out towards those that approached. "If you would, please direct me to your leader or someone of high standing?" Not taking 'no' for an answer, he continued on. "Thank you kindly." From there he politely awaited his visitor.

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

An unusual scent along the border was always enough to draw Rhinestone in, the tom padding over soon after Vaas showed up. Rhine could feel a faint bit of heat beneath his pelt, embarrassed that he was the fourth one to come and greet Stryker. Wasn't he supposed to be on top of things like these? He shrugged this off without too much fuss, however, just slipping past Vaas and brushing up alongside Sugarspice. Offering Stryker a bit of a nervous smile – the other was overwhelmingly large in comparison to all except Vaas – Rhinestone spoke in his most professional tone, "Hello there, Stryker. My name is Rhinestonestar, and I'm the leader that Suga mentioned just a moment ago. As she said, what can we help you with?" He hoped that Stryker came in peace, and wasn't intending to threaten them in some way. The tomcat was fairly sure that Palmclan would be able to defend themselves, even against someone like Stryker, but he disliked pointless battles as a whole. Thankfully, if Stryker had intended to do that, he probably already would've outright attacked, instead of just sitting on the border.

Well, that was rather quick. Stryker's brow furrowed as the hoard gathered. From a tiger, rainbow... dog?, and domestic felines, this group didn't seem as traditional as he had thought. The Kingpin merely pushed his expectations to the side, especially when listening to the deputy eloquently answer his request. Satisfied with her response, he nodded. "It's a pleasure, Sugarspice," he remarked back. "I come seeking an alliance with Palmclan today or perhaps a neutrality at the very least." Elysium had already denied his request. Hopefully this occurrence went differently. What was in it for them though? Well, seeing that he already promised Haven Island for The Pitt out of pure bias, there wasn't much besides their outstanding assistance with any of Palmclan's needs. From raids to mere trading of herbs, Coalition of the Condemned would be there for them. Being on an island far from the mainland provided many rare herbs and almost essential supplies for land-locked groups. Needless to say, they were an valuable asset.

His neon gaze maneuvered towards Medusa, watching her tongue stick out. He offered a flicker of his own split tongue with a subtle snort. Snakes, man... "Medusa, your name stands true," Stryker cooed back. "Your gaze is astonishing, but I would hope that you'd be willing to spare me so I can look into your beauty for a bit longer." A smirk curled upon his maw. While she was truly gorgeous, the lion was taken. He couldn't help complimenting a fine fellow or female though.

Following his compliment, Vaas and Rhinestonestar caught his attention as they came to stop. He dipped his head in greeting towards the two, taking note of their curious comments. "As I was telling... Ah-" 'Fuck, what was her name?' "-Suga, my group would like to propose an alliance between Palmclan." Stryker really wished they could skip the repetitive details. 'Hey, can we have an alliance?' 'Sure, what will you offer us?' 'Well...' BLAH BLAH BLAH. It was all boring political bullshit. "You scratch our back, we scratch yours. The whole ordeal, really."

And finally to the most interesting of the bunch. Whatever this fucking eye-blinding thing was. "Might say the same for yourself, grandson," he cockily shot back. Stryker winked. "It runs in the family."

Stryker huffed. Why couldn't they take his generosity or the jokes? He thought he nailed the 'grandson' sarcasm personally. Slitted hues zoned in on the shitshow of a canine. "I didn't know you were sensitive to comedy," the lion mentioned. His eyes were desperate to roll in disbelief. How fucking pathetic. "You don't seem like one for laughs. Apologies. I'll keep them to myself next time." 'Although that doesn't stop me from telling the rest later on.' Plus watching Quasar scramble for insults was quite fun. The pathetic loser was all bark, no bite.

As for Medusa though, he shrugged. Tough crowd. "So be it," he grumbled. "Suppose lightening the mood before the boring politics wasn't appropriate, now was it?" He'd prefer for this to be peaceful anyways. Stryker wouldn't want that nasty canine tainting his albino fur, especially with that dreaded color scheme.