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The sea breeze tugged at her fur, swirling the salty breeze around her. Brittlefrost took a deep breath, claws curling into the sand underpass with satisfaction. This was her favorite place in all of the territory, right on the beach. She didn’t care how the sand caked her fur and got under her claws, she just loved the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The sun was just starting to sink towards the horizon, the light flickering off the peaks of the waves. With a wistful sigh, she heaved herself into her paws to head back out on her hunt.
It arrived in a hurry, the ring-tailed bandit making its great escape across the sands. It seemed to cackle as it looked behind itself, its hunter nowhere in sight, but when it turned back to look ahead, to the future and freedom, it skidded to a slow stop, the raccoon staring directly up at the new predator, heart thudding in its chest.
"Thief...!" A disheveled, panting Devotedcrow emerged from the fringes of the bordering forest. It was clear the chase had winded him, but determination pushed him on, and he was both pleased and relieved to see someone better designed for running was now implicated in this. "Don't let it get away!"
It was almost comical how fast her head whipped back and forth from her deputy to the masked creature that stood before her. Paws scrabbling on the sand, straining to find traction, Brittlefrost leapt into action. A snarl rumbled at the back of her throat, claws sliding out and tail whipping fiercely behind her. She looked the creature over, wary of it's grabby front paws and sharp canines that were now bared in her direction.
With a yowl, Brittlefrost lunged towards the raccoon, swiping her paws towards it's face in hope to catch an ear or an eyelid. The rank smell of it's blood told her she hit something important.
The creature let out an ear-splitting screech as a fang tore its sclera in half, blood oozing down the left side of its face. Chagrined, it swung wildly out at its foe, spitting at where Brittlefrost last stood. Every sense it had urged it to flee, but with the tom now approaching from behind and the she-cat too swift to keep track of, instead it chose to fight, throwing its perfectly projectile-shaped body at Brittlefrost.
Devotedcrow arrived in time to grab it by its tail and slam it back to earth, it's gaping maw having been mouselengths from her face. He pressed a paw to its neck and looked the thief over. "Musta dropped it," he grumbled, before leaning his weight forward to snap its neck, its writhing dying down to twitching and then stillness. Glancing up at Brittlefrost, he smiled breathlessly. "Thanks for the help. I never would have caught up to it if it wasn't for you being here."
She looked the dark furred tom over with a small nod, trying her best to catch her breath. "That defiantly woke me up, that's for sure," she replied, the flashing image of the snapping jaws flickering through her mind. She looked down at the carcass with a curled lip. "All they are are big bullies and thieves."
"You're telling me," he laughed, stepping away from the corpse. "I've been working on a crown for my daughter---she loves butterflies---but I guess this little guy saw an opportunity for a free meal. Anyway, and you can say no, but do you mind helping me find it?" What a pitiful request it must have sounded like, but two pairs of eyes were better than one, right?
Brittlefrost looked down at the corpse and then back up to Devotedcrow, a small smile tugging at her lips as she listened to him talk about his kit. Figuring that she could probably hunt along the way or after, she gave a shrug of her shoulders and replied with a quick, “Sure, why not?” She glanced around, parting her jaws to drink in the scents from the direction in which the raccoon and deputy had run from. “Best to start from the beginning, yeah?” Her head tilted slightly to the side with her question, stormy eyes bright.
"Sounds like a plan," he agreed, scattering sand across the raccoon and then setting off back the way he'd come. His bad leg ached horribly, but he tried to prevent it from showing, instead paying extra attention to their surroundings in search of the lost gift. "Settling in okay?" He asked after a while. "I know the transition can be shocking at first. It's been a pawful of moons that I've lived here, yet I still feel like I'm adjusting to it."
Giving a small nod, she walked alongside the tom and thought about his words. Her brow furrowed slightly, though a smile pulled up her lips. "Yeah, so far so good," the silver tabby replied with a glance at her deputy. "It was the salt water that drew me here, and the open plains and wind that begged me to stay. I've always been a drifter, but never before has the terrain reflected my feelings. Everything here feels like it's constantly moving, but still holds the feeling of home, if that makes sense." Brittlefrost ducked her head then, embarrassed to have let out so much. She wasn't one for pouring out here feelings.
He listened quietly at her words, feeling as though they reflected the emotions the waters evoked in him.."It makes plenty of sense," Crow assured her. "I've always felt the most at home near the oceans, and before I came here, my group was settled outside of SummerClan territory so we could be close to it. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one to feel this way here. Where all have you gone before this?"
She blushed slightly at his comment, giving a small dip of her head. At his question, she gave a small tilt of her head. "I was a little bit of everywhere," she meowed, thinking back to her kithood. "I didn't have a lot growing up and had to learn a lot on my own. I'm good at taking care of myself. But I'm very happy to be a part of a Clan." Looking back out across the water, Brittlefrost breathed in the salt. "No where else that I've been to made me feel at home like SummerClan does."
"SummerClan has a way of making everyone feel like they've come home," he agreed. "When I was real young, I lived in the desert and spent all of my time playing in the sand and enjoying the heat. Part of the reason I didn't want to join a clan is because, well, I think something would always be missing if I couldn't feel free and feel the sand under my paws." He didn't illuminate the other reasons for straying from clan life; they weren't pertinent, but he also feared what his clanmatrs might think of him if they knew the whole story. There were parts not even Ratstar knew.
Tail flicking, he rooted around in every bush they passed, always coming back empty-pawed. It was starting to feel hopeless. "Now if I were a raccoon, where would I hide a flower crown?"
As Brittlefrost listened to him, she began to understand the tom a little more. That's what had taken her so long to finally joined herself to a Clan after living a nomadic life around the borders of them for so long. She was about to reply when he changed the subject back to the flower crown. "What were the flowers in it?" she asked quietly with a tilt of her head. Maybe they could pick up the scent of the blossoms if they weren't what grew around here.
