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Cradlegrave padded up to the SummerClan border. Clamped in his jaws was wriggling plastic bag with something small and furry inside; he dumped it down right on the border, and a ginger and white kit squirmed her way out. Cradlegrave leaned down so he was at eye-level with her. "Now listen kid," he said, "I ain't got no idea what the hell you did to make your old family literally pay me to take you away from them and dump you a hundred miles away, but that's what they did, alright? And I don't think I got the energy in me to make another trip like that, so you better try real hard to make this place work out for you. Alright, Marina?"
Marina nodded, eyes wide.
Cradlegrave stared her down for a few moments, then finally leaned back with a satisfied nod. "Great," he said, "bye then. Wait here until someone comes for you." Then he bounded away, ready to pick up a new job.
Marina watched him go until he was completely out of sight. "Okey dokey," she whispered, and settled herself into a comfortable position.
Foxstar was out doing whatever it was that he was doing during the day when he stumbled upon an unusual scent. Interest flicked through his silver gaze as he immediately adjusted his course. Now that he was the leader, it was officially his job to take care of those who didn't belong, after all. It wasn't his favorite part of the job, mostly because he looked like the kid you would bully for his milk money. Not exactly ... threatening, especially not for the position he was supposed to have. But, no matter how much he wasn't exactly thrilled, he kept his pace quick.
As he walked, he ran through a million different scenarios in his head. He'd learned over the last nine moons that it was best to be prepared. By the time he reached where the scent seemed to be originating, he was quite confident in his preparedness.
As he approached, he cleared his voice. "State your name and busi-," he started, his voice as authoratative as he could make it, before he actually laid eyes on the little thing.
He had thought he had been prepared for anything, but apparently, he wasn't prepared to see a kitten.
"Oh, hey there, little dude," he meowed, bending over to get closer to her level. "Whaterya doin here, pal?"
Marina instinctively leaned forward to get a better look at the tom, probably a little bit closer than what was necessary if Cradey's big speech about personal space and lack of boundaries had actually meant anything to her. But she hadn't absorbed any of it, much like she never absorbed anything anyone else ever said, and as such she didn't notice it. "G'day!" she chirped, "I've just been dropped off here! I can't believe I'm really here in Primal Instinct!"
"Well, uh, as it turns out, if you're looking for Primal Instinct, whoever.. dropped you off put you in not quite in the right spot," he meowed with an awkward chuckle, his brow raised. A kitten being dropped on his border, thinking that she was somewhere completely different? Foxstar could only guess that this would cause some sort of trouble. At least his afternoon was relatively free of meetings, he supposed. "Right now, you're in SummerClan. If I was a cartographer, I'd be able to tell you which direction we are from the League, but, well, I'm not. Sorry about that." Another slightly uncomfortable laugh, before he let his silver gaze sweep across her pelt. She seemed uninjured, looked fed, what was going on?
"I'm Foxstar, by the way," he introduced himself. "What can I call you? And can you tell me a little bit more about why you've been... dropped off here? You don't seem... even really upset, is someone coming back to get you?" He had a million questions for her, but he paused for a moment, as not to overwhelm the little thing. Was she going to be overwhelmed? She seemed cool as a cucumber...
