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Sheets upon sheets of it hammered down, drenching everything that stood beneath it- and one such rain-hammered thing was Scout, hopelessly lost per usual. With the nomadic nature of SwiftClan coupled with her terrible navigation skills, everything blurred together. The trees bordering SpringClan looked like the trees bordering Primal Instinct, for Cleaver's sake! Adding to her rapidly amplifying desperation, all the scents that may have brought her safely back to SwiftClan's border suggestions were being washed away in the torrential onslaught.
"Why does this always happen to me?" Scout howled above the clamor. She was never going to see home again, she decided, slumping into her overwhelming despair.
"You'll catch your death standing out there, kid," called out a pair of amber eyes blinking out from inside a fallen hollowed log. The Captain's hideout was only a few steps from where Scout was currently standing and being abused by the water cycle, and he was finding it perfectly dry. A little too loud for his refined taste, but that was to be expected of any hollow object currently being exposed to the hammering rain, and he'd seen much worse in his trips around the sun.
"Don't take my word for it though, I ain't no healer and who am I to stop someone from enjoying the water!" he said with a lopsided grin. "Us scouts have gotta be an adventurous bunch, eh?" he had clearly either not heard or just chosen to ignore her wailing at the heavens, who really knew.
"Oh, it's you." There was bite to her statement. The Captain was probably unaware of their rivalry, of which was Scout-proclaimed, but that was all the more infuriating to her than if he were reciprocating. In this moment, shivering and drenched to her waterlogged core, she decided that being caught in the rain was better than falling for whatever sabotage he was planning in that hollowed death trap. "I'd rather die of cold than cuddle up with a position stealer," she said decidedly. She was not the brightest.
Scout and the Captain did not have a rivalry. How long it was going to take her to understand that was another question, but the Captain wasn't too bothered about it. He squinted at her through the sheets of rain, ears pricked forward to try and understand her above the water drumming on the wood around him.
"You gotta speak up, kiddo!" he said, failing to read her lips on account of the rain obscuring his vision and also the fact that he didn't really know how to read lips. "An old man's ears aren't what they used to be!"
"I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Near. You." Smart she may not have been, but stubborn she was, as she sounded out every last word so that they could be heard clearly over the din of the rainfall. She was confident, resolved, and absolutely, unarguably freezing! Water was so much colder than she remembered it being, though maybe because most times she was balled up in a cozy nest.
