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It was a another beautiful morning in WinterClan. The sun shone brightly on sheets of pure white snow. On the outskirts of camp, Flint lay in a pile of it, shivering despite his thick coat of fur. The tom had never seen snow before and was amazed by its beauty. But wonderment quickly shifted to hatred after his first freezing night here. However he would have to get used to it. It was only the first of many. He planned to do whatever it takes to become a part of this clan.
It was still early in the morning and he hadn’t eaten yet. He was told he had to wait for a soldier to escort him while he hunted. So he waited, ignoring his grumbling belly. ‘The sooner this clan accepts me, the better,’ He thought to himself.
"A little chilly here, ain't it, newbie?" asked an unfamiliar voice as the she-cat strode forward. Out of all cats that could have introduced themselves to Flint, he was probably unlucky that it was Mistlesnow that did. She was known to be trouble, but happy trouble, endearing trouble, enchanting trouble. He wouldn't know that, though, at least not yet. It normally took cats at least a good week of being around WinterClan to understand who was a cat to avoid, and in most cases, she would be in that category.
"The name's Mistlesnow. I'll be your babysitter this morning." She grinned a large grin, tail twitching in amusement. "You look like you could probably fend for yourself without one, but you also sort of look like you're about to freeze to death, so I guess it's a good thing I'm here."
Flint looked up at she-cat with a grumpy face that quickly changed to a fake grin. “Chilly? Oh not at all. I’m just shaking with excitement that I get to go hunting with my new best friend Mistlesnow!” His words dripped with sarcasm, but he soon after dropped his head and sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- that wasn’t an appropriate way to introduce myself. I’m Flint, nice to meet you.” The tom stood up and addressed Mistlesnow with a genuine smile this time.
"We're best friends now?" Mistlesnow grinned mischeviously. He would learn fast that things like that were not something you said to girls like her. She twirled their tails together and did a little two step dance, a purr radiating from her chest. Mistlesnow was a hot mess, but she was an endearing hot mess. Uncurling her tail from his, she offered him a wink before heading towards the camp entrance.
"Flint, got it," she then purred, her steps quick. "Have you been out of the camp before with a partner best-friend-newbie-Flint? Or is this ya first time since comin down this way?"
Flint was dumbstruck. Never before had he met anyone like this. And he'd met some strange cats. He needed to snap out of it! She was toying with him and he knew it. This could even be a test. And this is one he needed to pass. Flint could not let her take him by surprise any longer.
"Well sure, everyone needs a best friend, right? And I'm quite a good friend, trust me," he purred back, following close behind Mistlesnow. "I'm a lot of good things. But no, this is my first time out since I've arrived. I take it you'll be giving me a tour, my close friend Mistlesnow? Or are we just going to get right to the good stuff?"
Cats didn't meet cats like Mistlesnow often; that was her charm. If the world was filled with a bunch of her, well, the world would be a horrifying place. It wasn't, so interactions with the one and only were tolerable, at least sort of. Well, maybe not tolerable. There were some real grumps around that didn't think her devilish charm was charming at all. But, what did those lumps on logs know?
"Perfect, we love a good friend," she grinned. "Best friends it is." With a skip in her step, the she-cat made her way out of the camp. "We also love a good first timer, and as my best friend, I guess I gotta show you the best spots of this snowy hellhole." She laughed at herself. This was the land that she grew up in. "Unless you wanna just get down to business. I guess we can do that to, but it'll be less fun than a grand tour I'm probably not supposed to give you."
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," he chuckled. It was strange having a normal conversation with another cat like this. Flint hadn't spent much time around others during his life as a loner. The occasionally run in with another loner or rogue. Or his old mate. But that was the past. And this was his present.
"At least it's beautiful around here. Once I get used to the cold I'm sure I'll enjoy it even more," he said while gazing around at the landscape. This was a long way from where he used to live and Flint didn't know this area very well. It doesn't help that the snow makes everywhere look pretty similar. He sure would love to get right into hunting, but it'd probably be best if he was shown around. "I'll take you up on that tour. Food can wait until later. Besides I'm already tired of being cooped up. Let's take our time."
"Just remember who's the seasoned vet and who's the new guy," she teased in response to his first statement. The she-cat offered a shrugg. Couldn't be that bad, but probably wasn't that good. Perhaps she was being unfair because of some recent circumstances. After all, her family had kind of gotten the short end of several sticks, which left her with two litters of kits that weren't hers but she still felt like she was obligated to take care of. She had told her... niece-daughter that things happened for a reason, but that didn't mean that Mistlesnow couldn't be angry deep down.
"The mountain is beautiful but dangerous if you go too far off path," Mistlesnow meowed, shaking herself out of her momentary silence. "There's a reason we don't let you all roam freely when you first join. Well, at least, it would make sense if this was the reason." She smirked slightly, before increasing the pace. "Have you ever been on a mountain before?" There was plenty of mountain to see, but it was important for Mistlesnow to get a feel for how much he was used to climbing.
"Yeah, yeah, you're the boss," he purred at her teasing. He meant what he said tho. Although he'd never seen any place like this territory, it felt nice. Like he could truly call this place home. It was exciting for him. To think he would become a clan cat. But maybe Mistlesnow had good reason for how she felt. Afterall, she was the vet here. He padded silently through the snow, watching the she cat intently while she thought to herself.
"I see," Flint meowed, listening closely to Mistlesnow. He felt like a kit being lectured to, but this was unfamiliar territory. He could easily get lost out here. "I just figured we were deemed untrustworthy." The tom picked up his pace as well to keep up with her. "No I can't say I've ever been on a mountain before this. I used to live over by NightClan territory. It was quite the journey coming here," he chuckled. "This is all new for me."
