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The soon to be named Blackpaw hesitantly crossed the temporary border. She knew enough from her past few moons on her own to know that this strong of scent meant someone lived nearby. Yet the river she was following cut right through it. So far it had been the provider of food, fishing being the easiest way of obtaining food. The tortie could hunt down, but it usually ended in a chase, which often cost her too much energy. Fish could only go so far and she had taught herself to plunge into the river after her meal. It was however getting a bit cold for that, so she was heading south.
She froze in her tracks as she heard the squelch of pawsteps in the muddy bank. In a flash she ducked behind a rotting log that spanned the river. Her then frame was just barely hidden as her eyes peeked between the roots. This was not an ideal situation, the only fighting she had any experience with was squabbles over the little food the twoleg used to put out. It is safe to say she never got much.
There looked to be a few escape routes, yet she took too long to spot them. The approaching feline, or felines now stood on the other side of her cover. This was so not good.
Beestripe's paws dug into the mud and he pulled one out with a wince. The tom had really been put through the ringer lately, and it seemed like something else was on the horizon for him. A scent of a cat he did not recognize caught his attention and he lifted his head, trying to pick out where it was coming from. Nah, nevermind. It was easier to just do this.
"Hello," called the deputy, voice warm. "Whoever is there, you can come out!"
Little ears popped up over the log followed by a small face. This strange tom looked nice enough though he was a tad large compared to her. Her desire to find others won over the fear that he could be dangerous. Of course she could always run away, she had been good at that with previous encounters with rogues. The lack of threats made her confident enough to emerge from behind her hiding place. “Who are you?”
Her body was tense as she crouched slightly ready to spring away at the first sign of danger. She did not spot anyone else with Beestripe, but was not sure if there was other hidden cats. Though it would not take more than one cat to bring her down. All her skills were base off of instinct, sufficient to survive but not enough to win or thrive. So she kept her eyes trained on him, waiting.
The dark tabby carefully approached, holding back at any sign of jumpiness. "My name is Beestripe," he answered her, stopping a safe distance away and sitting down to appear less threatening. "Would you mind sharing yours?"
Tilting her head she thought for a moment. She did not know her true mother as there had been several litters born at the same time. They had been raised communally, by whoever had milk at that moment. The twolegs has far to many cats to tell them apart. Even all her mothers had a hard time naming them all. “Blackie” Her brother was called Red and her friend had been Patches. Terribly un creative names but it worked mostly because the mothers usually called them by you there, no not you, the grey one; Or some variation of that.
“It’s not a very good name is it?” She perked up a bit, no longer as fearful. If he hasn’t hurt her by now she was safe.
Beestripe noticed Blackie relaxing a little and smiled gently. "Quite the contrary. It's a very good name - you have black all over you!" The deputy cocked his head, curious as to why she was here. "Am I interrupting your hunt, Blackie? My apologies if so."
SwiftClan was on borrowed territory, and while some of them were just as protective over it as typical clan cats, Beestripe was becoming accustomed to the lifestyle of sharing and moving. The idea that this young she-cat could be hunting on their current land didn't really bother him.
"Oh no, I'm looking for someplace to stay before it snows." Shifting her weight she pulled her paws out of the mud. She really needed to remember to stay away from riverbanks following rain. This would be her first winter, she had seen snow only once before. Back then she lived in a house of sorts. There had been so many other cats and just barely enough food to share. So she had left to hopefully find a better life, she had so far not succeeded.
“Where’s that?” She hadn’t really been around that much. Traveling was hard, she kept getting tired, hungry, and not to mention occasionally injured. While Blackie was older than a clan kitten she probably knew only as much as a they did survival wise. It wasn’t like she was pampered but fights had never truly been serious in the home. So her skills were great by any standards. Then there was weather, rain had been fun for the first five minutes. Then she got really cold.
"Oh! It's in the mountains. If you don't like the cold, I wouldn't recommend it."
Beestripe felt a bit bad for her. Being all alone with leafbare halfway through had to be difficult. Sympathetically, he propositioned her. "Blackie, how would you like to come back to my clan with me? We're a group of cats who live together and hunt for each other and protect each other."
That seemed like the easiest way to describe it to an outsider. But maybe she had heard of one. Hopefully he hadn't accidentally insulted her intelligence.
“Oh yes, I think I would like that a lot.” She had been thinking of trying to play it cool, but she was just so lonely. The tortie was not really cut out to be a loner. As much as she sometimes got nervous around others it was nice to be a part of something. Now that she was standing next to Beestripe it was clear she would just barely be considered an apprentice, she was just small. It didn’t help that her personality came off as somewhat meek or perhaps skittish, that just made her seem even smaller. Though with time she would most likely grow into a more confident cat.
