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The Summer festival date was coming closer and closer, and he still hadn't quite pinpointed the location yet. Of course, SummerClan's territory was beautiful. There were plenty of picturesque places in the territory that the party could be held, but something deep within him wondered if that wasn't good enough. After all, this night was supposed to be special for them all, and Foxstar had pretty much exhausted all of the standard locations in the variety of feasts the clan had had in the last six months. No, if he wanted this to be special, really special, he would have to think outside the box. Luckily for him, during his last great lap around the territory to scour out a spot, he'd come across something that had potential. Of course, he had no idea if it would turn out the way that he wanted it to. He didn't know anything about two-legs, or boats, or pretty much anything. But, this giant two-leg thing had been bobbing in the water, attached to the half bridge, all week. It could be perfect.
But, he needed the advice of someone who knew better. It was a uniformly poor idea to make grandiose plans without checking the safety precautions, and Foxstar frankly had no idea how to go about doing that. Thankfully, he did have a sinking suspicion that there was a cat in the clan that did. Although all of the adventurers now wandered the half-bridges and sometimes traveled to great places themselves, only one of them was qualified to do what he needed to be done. Brin was the obvious choice; not only was she the lead of the adventurers, but she was a weird pirate who had landed in SummerClan right from the sea. If there was anyone who would know the inner workings of the vessel enough to give his plan the green light, it was going to be her.
He was sort of glad, too. There hadn't been much time for the duo to interact since she had arrived in SummerClan. He had promoted her, they'd interact in passing when she would provide updates about her team to him, but he knew so little about her. This would be a chance to get to know the she-cat better.
"Brin?" he called into the base of the lighthouse. It was one of the favorite spots of most adventurers, so it was his first guess. If she wasn't there, he'd have to find her. He hoped he didn't have to do that. "Brin are ya in there? I'd come up and check myself but well Sunny gets kind of mad at me when I go up stairs when I don't have to. Something about it putting more stress on my body than is healthy, but really, she thinks everything puts more stress on my body than is healthy, so I don't ever really know." It was very possible that he was just talking to an empty lighthouse. "Anyways, if you're in there, come on down, please and thanks."
Brin had been up top, the front of her body hidden in an open compartment beneath the immense light, lying on her back like she were a mechanic. She’d been around machinery her whole life — there was nothing that couldn’t be fixed with brute force and persistence, and she was going to fix the lamp. The first step had been cleaning away all the grit and salt crystals that had caked on over half a century; now she had to figure out the wiring. When Foxstar’s voice drifted up to her, echoing through the twisting stairwell, she growled to herself but didn’t stop her work, listening to him in silence. She had come out here because she preferred to be alone, because she liked silence when she worked, and still he hadn’t gotten the memo. Finally, at his come on down, please and thanks, she pushed herself out and stood, wiping her blackened paws together. They were dark up to the elbows. Brin didn’t refuse a direct order. She was miraculously honourable about that — it would have been easy to be resentful, to take her years of experience and leadership and scars and hold it up to this kit’s, but she didn’t; from one Captain to another, she would serve him. There was no competition, no rivalry; her power was in the past, his was in the present — that was all there was. A deposed Captain obeyed the current, all swords away.
“Foxstar,” Brin replied as she descended the winding staircase with heavy steps, her paws first appearing, then her legs, then her body — but rather than sounding like a greeting, it sounded like she was already launching into a sentence, “do you know what happens when a Captain shows weakness to a crew?” She stopped in front of him on the wiry seaside grass, looking down at him and leaning in. “They get their throat cut.” Holding his gaze for a long moment, she finally turned away again and padded back into the lighthouse stairwell, dragging a tattered bit of cloth from the railing and using it to clean her paws. “Think you can’t breathe now? Wait till then. Captains should spend more time listening to themselves and less time listening to the cute nurse with a crush on them.” She was turned away from him as she spoke, so deadpan and monotone, the cloth wringing over her oily paws. There was no insult in her comment, no condemnation; she had been recruited to help protect this boy king, and that was what she would do. She had no interest in his love life, in the families and politics of his Clan — if Sunveins was a liability, she should stop being one, and if Foxstar wasn’t going to listen to her, to Brin, then she wouldn’t cry when his head was snapped off. She’d serve the next Captain.
Tossing the cloth back over the railing, she turned back and padded back down to him, dropping down from the step with such a lazy, heavy thud of one paw that her shoulder jolted. Her eyes were still dead as she stopped, looming over him. “I’m here. What do you need?”
Foxstar waited for her to finish, before tipping his head. "Are you... threatening me right now? Or are you just trying to give me some advice? Kind of ironic that you're telling me to listen to myself more if you're giving me advice. Kind of bold if you're threatening me." His own tone was kind, although his left eyebrow was raised ever so slightly. He genuinely couldn't tell what Brin was trying to accomplish with her words. "If it's advice, though, thank you. I'll keep it in mind. If it's a threat, well, knock it off, please and thanks."
When she appeared, Foxstar noticed the look in her eye immediately. "Are you... alright?" he asked, concern tinting his voice. He didn't like the idea that SummerClan cats walked around looking so... so dead. This was supposed to be a happy place, was it not?
He gave her a long moment to respond, before continuing. "To answer your question, though," he meowed with a little stretch. "I need your expertise. Summer Solstice is coming up, and I've got big plans for it, but unfortunately for me, I am thoroughly without the ability to determine for myself if my idea is viable. Simply don't know enough about boats or two-legs or anything to know if its safe. Which is precisely where you come in. The sea's kind of your thing, innit?"