They Call It Lonely Digging -- Open, Visit

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Omnicron. It was certainly an interesting name, befitting for an even more interesting creature. The sound of voices was what had initially attracted Rhinestone over, but when a peculiar scent caught his nose, he had only quickened his pace. Drawing near, the tom looked Omni over curiously, vaguely aware of Quasar explaining things about their sandy beach home. The mention of straightbaiting caused a snort to leave him, mainly because he was wondering how the apprentice had even learned such a term, but that could wait for later. For now, he just cleared his throat, greeting Omnicron warmly, "Hello there. I'm the Rhinestonestar that Quasar mentioned, but most just call me Rhine or Rhinestone, for simplicity's sake." As he sat back on his haunches, the leader quickly attempted to soothe things slightly, figuring that Omni wouldn't appreciate being accused of being a spy, "Not only are we calm, but we're fairly tight-knit as well. Resourceful, too, especially since we've got a boardwalk as part of our territory. Could it be that you're looking for a home...?" That seemed like the more rational explanation, at least to Rhinestone. After all, most spies didn't just come waltzing up to the border.

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— Reggan