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Weevilspike...really wasn't supposed to be out here. The Southern Sea was basically off-limits during Greenleaf with all the twolegs around; eating and swimming and socializing. But the sky was a bit overcast today, and it looked like most of the twolegs had decided to stay home today, leaving a stretch of the Shore of Shifting Sands open to explore. Of course, that didn't mean there were no twolegs around; a small group further down the beach had chosen to brave the shifty weather, and the warrior could their kits' playful screams from where he was. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure why he'd wandered down here today; the fact that it was the perfect day for exploration was a complete coincidence.
As it so happened, someone had brought their cat to the beach today. Should they have? Maybe not. Did they? Yes. And that's why Honey was here, annoyed by all the sand sticking to their toes, and giving a little annoyed huff at it all. The tabby point cat blinked slightly at the sight of the warrior, the little bell on their neck jingling as they turned their head.
Honey maaaybe had wandered away from their twoleg. Ah well, the trash man would probably find them soon enough. For now, she got to talk to a random cat she spotted. "Who're you?"
Weevilspike blinked in surprise. He definitely hadn't expected a kittypet to be here. But perhaps this was an opportunity. He honestly couldn't say that he'd ever actually met any kittypets; only the former ones that had joined their clan. Maybe he could try and get this one to join too! Papa would certainly be proud if he managed that! Or, if not, at least he could learn something cool and brag to Sunpetal about it. "Oh hi, my name's Weevilspike," he greeted the she-cat, waving his tail with a small smile to show that he was friendly. "I live nearby. What's your name? Are you from twolegplace?"
"Honey." They greeted, seeming to scrutinize Weevilspike for some unknown reason, though they didn't appear, at least as of this moment, afraid. Then again, they were a kittypet, maybe they were unused to how territories work. "And you could say that. My human decided to take me along on the beach today, apparently riding his shoes down the stairs isn't an acceptable playtime activity."
Weevilspike winced in sympathy; he wasn't sure what exactly shoes or stairs were, but he couldn't imagine being dragged anywhere by a twoleg. "Twolegs seem like a bunch of bee-brained spoilsports, don't they?" He replied, glancing behind Honey's shoulder to where her owner and their companions were all gathered on the beach. "They're all just sitting there on the sand; what's so fun about that?"
"I don't know, mine's pretty nice. He gets me fancy toys, and takes me around places each day. I suppose they find it about as fun as any cat might like sitting in their yard and chatting with someone. I do think it's weird they like the sand though. Too gritty for me. I like his bed better." Honey didn't seem to mind talking about things Weevilspike almost certainly had no clue of, either because they didn't realize, or simply didn't care either way.
The warrior listened politely to the kittypet, though he honestly didn't understand half of the things she was talking about. What toy was fancier than a moss ball? Was a bed like a twoleg's nest? What was a yard? A couple of times Weevilspike felt tempted to ask, but he was pretty sure that would be rude. "I never considered that twolegs could be nice," he instead admitted to Honey. "I've only really ever considered them a nuisance when they all crowd around the shore and I wanna go swim or fish. And if I try to get close to the water, a bunch of little ones spot me and start chasing after me."
