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Catching the pale grey tabby in the corner of her gaze, Hazelstorm hurried over to greet her. She smiled with a flash of nervousness in her face; this was the first time the newly-named deputy had interacted with the other warrior, and she wasn't sure how Brookspeckle felt about her kittypet roots. Still, she was determined not to let that stop her. Violetstar and StarClan had chosen her for... some reason... and she wasn't going to let either of them down, or prove her family right. She had a lot to prove.
Brookspeckle lifted her head slightly as she caught sight of Hazelstorm hurrying over to her. The newly-named deputy seemed nice enough, although Brookspeckle couldn't help but wonder if a cat with her heritage was the best fit to be deputy. Perhaps it was a strategic decision; didn't kittypets get special medicine from their Twolegs to stop diseases like the one that had almost destroyed the entire Clan? Or was that just something an elder had made up one day, and Brookspeckle had been too young to be skeptical of it?
Either way, it didn't matter much to her right now. A cat with a higher rank than her was asking if she was busy - clearly, there was no way Brookspeckle could say no. "...Not particularly," she murmured, giving a tiny shrug. "Why, you want something done?"
"Yeah." She glanced left and right, making sure nobody else was listening. She felt bad for asking, but someone had to do it. "Look, I know we've been hunting land prey for a while, but we can't do that forever. So I need someone to go fishing. But I'll come with you," she added hastily.
Land prey was harder for them to catch, but at least it was dry; few cats, it seemed, were excited by the prospect of fishing in the bitter cold river. She would do it alone, but she wasn't a spectacular hunter yet, so it wasn't a very good option.
Brookspeckle blinked. It wasn't often that cats wanted to hunting with her; usually they assumed she wouldn't be interested, and they'd be...well, correct, but this time it was the deputy asking her to accompany her. Perhaps it wouldn't be a waste of time to hunt together with someone for once and a while, or perhaps Hazelstorm simply wasn't confident in her hunting abilites yet. "Sure," the quiet tabby nodded, rising to her paws. "Fishing sounds good," she added, feeling like she needed to say something else to fill the gap in the conversation.
"Thanks." Hazestorm smiled in relief, and realized only then how worried she had been about getting rejected. It was a weight off her back to know the other she-cat wasn't going to question her on this. "Well then, if you're ready, we can go now... I mean, let's head out. Right now. I'll lead," she revised quickly, trying to sound stern. I need to get used to giving orders, she reflected, shaking her head as she turned and bounded toward the camp exit.
Brookspeckle suppressed a small smile at the deputy's tone. Something told her that the she-cat had been trying to sound stern; it hadn't wholly been achieved, but authority was a two-way street, and Hazelstorm would never improve at it if Brookspeckle acted out. "Of course," she murmured, dipping her head and following after her. "WaterClan is doing a remarkable job rebuilding ourselves, don't you think?" she asked Hazelstorm, hoping the use of our would help the deputy feel a little more at ease.
"Yes. Yes, I think so," she agreed, with a brief, grateful smile. She felt some pride about that, though she hadn't been that much help. Having not seen the camp before the collapse, she only had her own expectations to base this clan off of, and it was far larger than any household she'd seen in her kittypet days. "We must be nearly recovered by now."
Brookspeckle nodded, falling silent for a few seconds. She'd never been particularly close with any of her Clanmates before the disease had struck, and as such she hadn't faced much personal loss when it had hit - for her, rebuilding was as simple as repopulating their ranks, just like they were restocking on supplies. Was it the same for Hazelstorm, who Brookspeckle knew had joined the Clan only after ripplecough had run its course? She was fairly certain that was the case, anyway.
...Of course, Brookspeckle realised, it was entirely possible that Hazelstorm had joined the Clan before the outbreak, and she simply hadn't noticed her because of her tendency to avoid social contact with othrs at all costs. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "You joined here after the disease first hit, correct...?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound too uncertain.
Hazelstorm nodded. "Yeah. Is it that obvious?" She grinned without a hint of a guilt or shame. Though she still had the look of a kittypet - silky cream fur wrapped around lithe frame without a hint of a scar - she had worked hard in the short time since she'd joined the clan to fit in. She exposed her true colors all too often, however, and this seemed to be one of those times when she said the wrong thing and reminded everyone of her origins.
Oh good, Hazelstorm had given her an easy out. "Yes," she answered, a little too quick for it to be considered sincere. I definitely didn't just ask because I was so far removed from my Clanmates before the outbreak that you could be a rogue and I wouldn't know any different. "But in time, it won't be," she added quickly, pretty sure she'd said something vaguely offensive.
Hazelstorm laughed. "I don't mind. Most of you warriors are so scared of kittypet life, maybe knowing I was one will make our enemies quiver in their fur." She grinned. She had suggested more than once they just take twoleg food while they were recovering from the sickness, and the horrified reactions she'd received had amused as much as they confused her.
