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do i remember how to do this the answer is no biyuu ☆彡
Frenzy licked her paw and slid it over her face one last time, before deciding there were better things to do than groom herself all morning. When she was younger, her discheveled look had been a source of conflict; her mother wanted each of her insect-named brood to be perfect and put together. Aphidfloss had always been able to achieve the standard, but Frenzy? She was another story. Grooming was a waste of time, and that sentiment had only amplified since she left her childhood home. Now, it was rare not to see her with her fur jutted out at odd angles.
Frenzy let out a sigh before letting her gaze wander across what she supposed could be her new camp. She'd only been there for a few days, which meant she still had introductions to do. Rising to her paws, she found herself wandering towards the nearest cat to her. "Howdy, partner," she mewed with a lopsided grin.
Cradlegrave looked the newcomer up and down, giving her a grunt of recognition as his response. He couldn’t remember her name—something long and unpronounceable, he figured. “You’re that new lady,” he said, as if that would help him remember. "Fire-whatsit."
She looked slightly perturbed. Fire?? That's how she was remembered? Her whiskers twitched slightly as she tried to shake off that personal offense. "Fireflyfrenzy," she corrected with a tip of her head. "Call me Frenzy, though. The rest is a mouthful." She shrugged, before blinking. "Not gonna lie, I've got no idea what your name is, buddy. You look like a Phillip, though."
"Looks like we have a similar idea, then," she meowed with a nod. "This place is as great as I'd expect of a place I moved in six seconds ago, but I'm a wanderer at heart. But, isn't the whole group?" She was a chatterer, much to the discomfort of most around her. "It's nice to meet you Cradlegrave," she then meowed with a smile, "or as good as it can be to meet someone whose suffix reminds me of the inevitability of my own death." A wink.
"Some of 'em are wanderers," Cradlegrave replied, "others are sick, or need medical care. Small few were born here. Don't know if they'll leave. But the Clan shifts territories every few moons." He paused to groom himself, licking a paw and dragging it over his ear. "First time anyone's ever said that to me."
"Interesting," she mewed with a faint look of interest in her gaze. "And the leader, he was once a leader of one of those clans that got k-o'ed a while back, yea?" She was just old enough to remember WaterClan, but only barely. She then glanced over with him and smirked. "Surprised no one had beat me to the punch. What brings you here Mr. Cradlegrave?"
She instantly perked up. "The west? Are you like a cowboy or somethin'? I've always thought that would be a cool gig, but I've never been able to find a good cowboy gang or I definitely would," she continued, becoming more and more aware that she was significantly more invested than he was.
Cradlegrave shrugged. "Can't just declare yourself friends with someone 'n then act all buddy-buddy with 'em. There's gotta be shared experiences, or...whatever they call it. Bondin' and stuff."
She blinked at him expectantly. "Well..." she meowed after realizing he wasn't going to continue, "what do you want to do to bond? Are you an adventure cat? An afternoon nap? What do cowboys do when they wanna share experiences with others?"
"Cowboys don't share experiences with...never mind," Cradlegrave muttered, his tone finally indicating some emotion other than 'mild disinterest'. "Look, if you're really set on this bondin' thing we can do it, it's just not gonna be as...cowboys."
Her grin was toothy at his response. Wow, that was unexpectedly... easy. She was almost disappointed at the lack of challenge, but she couldn't deny she wasn't pleased with the rapid advancement. "I am!" she chirped, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Well... what would we be then?" she then asked, "and what would you do to bond with a whatever you say?"
"Well, until you figure it out, you're just going to have to be my absolutely fantastic best friend." Her gaze glinted slightly in misplaced mischief. She didn't expect he would take the bait, being that he might have been the third dullest person she'd ever met for being a cowboy, but hey, she was going to try anyways. "Well, best friend," she meowed after a brief pause that was just a moment too long, "we're going to go to the border, see if there's any trouble to get in."
not me having no idea what the territory looks like
She tilted her head as she tried to decide what to make of the comment, before deciding to just move past it. "Great," she mewed, her tail thrashing through the air. "So tell me a little about yourself as we walk. Whats your favorite color? Would you save a your mother or your niece in a fire? Got any dreams? Aspiritions?"
Cradlegrave breathed out a deep sigh through his nose as he considered her questions. "Favourite colour is the colour of water. Wouldn't save my mother or niece in a fire. Got a recurring dream about getting stung by a scorpion. Aspirations are on hold 'til I got this whole Clan thing figured out." His nose twitched. "Your turn, same questions."
