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Superior Sean had done his best to create some ideal dates for as many Regime cats as he could pair up! For this date he has paired Shae Escale [@samiam] & Wy Swiftriver [Cleaver]. Together they will go out past Regime's territory into the more tropical climate of the old Survival Clans up north to do the hottest date activity there is, rock collecting.
Sean had sent each of them off to do some rock collecting in the old Survival Clan territory. A lot of the land was still flooded, but not nearly as bad as it had once been. The ground was also uneven, a bit dangerous, but nothing frightening. He had given each of them the fabulous date of going rock collecting, or more accurately, to stare into each other's eyes and find a rock that matches the color of the other cats eye. It was a mystery where he came up with these date ideas.
Wy wasn't going to disobey his superior, so when Sean set him up on a date, he decided to give it his best shot. Maybe he'd find himself a new friend, that wouldn't so bad, would it? He had prepared himself mentally for a while to start up a conversation, but other than some small talk along the way, they hadn't reached any substantial topics.
And once they reached the old territories... the pale golden-brown tom was quiet as he walked along the flooded landscape, his paws naturally leading him up through what used to be former EarthClan territory, and toward his old home. It was so strange being back here. He was terrified to see what his home had been reduced to. Did he even want to know?
He hesitated, his light green eyes sliding back to his companion. "Maybe we should stay here. This used to EarthClan territory," he explained in a low murmur. "They should have rocks."
