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Blackpaw wandered through unclaimed territory, having gotten distracted while out on a hunt. It had been a little terrifying at first but then she realized she knew how to survive now. After all she was nearly a warrior, the only thing that might keep her back was the fact that she was not the greatest fighter. But that didn’t matter as she trotted down a game path, her tail held high and the tip curve over. She still was smaller than other cats her age but no longer child sized. Her tortie fur was now sleek, kept clean and shiny. Yet she was still missing something as she felt unable to connect with the vast majority of her clan mates. It gnawed at her sometimes but she was getting better at brushing it off.
At the crack of a twig she froze and crouched down, only to see a pair squirrels dart across the path. Laughing at her self she moved on. She wasn’t hungry and did not think she would be able to make it back to the clan tonight. Blackpaw had simply traveled to far to make it back before dark. She did not entirely trust her tracking and orientation skills. It would not be the first time she got lost and she was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last time she was lost.
"I haven't seen you around here before," meowed a burly tom. While she was just growing out of the childlike state, Nathaniel Paxton Hawthorne III was not. He was large enough to be mistaken by a two-leg to be a small dog, perfectly proportioned to be absolutely terrifying to look at. Of course, more often than not, the tom meant no harm, and could barely bring himself to kill a bug. This wasn't the only part of him, though, and when he felt that his family was at risk, he was known to be more brutish.
It seemed that he was trying to decide which would be the better approach. On one hand, she was now waltzing across the rogue land that the Syndicate had just claimed as theirs. That meant that she could be a threat to his newly established family. On the other, she was young, and she genuinely looked a little confused.
"Cats from those there clans often don't come round these parts. Can't quite tell where you're from, but I take it you could use some help finding your way back?" His voice was genuine, he'd decided the Appalachian gentleman was the way to go, but he still looked slightly guarded.
Blackpaw nearly jumped in the air, not expecting to see others out here. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was your land.” She frowned slightly at missing the border, she really thought she had that skill down pat. “I don’t think I’m lost.” Blackpaw was just naturally confused, some would probably describe her as ditzy. Though no one who knew her would every call her a threat to anyone but herself. Why just last week she had been attacked by a rabbit she was hunting. Luckily there hadn’t been any serious injuries and she had caught the rabbit in the end, but now she avoided all rabbits and hares.
“I’m from SwiftClan, we recently moved to these parts.” She waved her tail back were she had originated from. The nomadic life was exciting to her, she just loved seeing new places. Of course that had meant that she kept disappearing for a day or two after each relocation, spending the time exploring. That did lead to suspicion from her clan mates at times, not even considering the time she had led a fox to the camp. It was a surprise she was still welcomed, though it was probably just because Chimerastar did not care enough.
"Not really my land, loosely the land of the Syndicate, but we're still establishing ourselves," he responded to her lightly with a quick shrug. "Good to hear you ain't lost, though, sweetpea. It's a pain in the neck to get you clan cats back to where you belong." He'd stumbled across the clans only a few times in his moons, and most of those times, it had started with a chance encounter that became an adventure that would lead him probably to get his hind in handed to him on a silver platter. He was genuinely relieved that this probably wouldn't be the case- he wasn't sure his new boss would like that much.
"SwiftClan, eh?" He had known that eventually he'd probably run across the clan, but he hadn't expected it so soon after his band of rogues had formed. He had hoped they would have a little more time to establish before a big interaction. This was a helpful piece of information to keep in his back pocket. "Well, welcome to this side of the forest, neighbor," he meowed after a minute, offering her a wink. "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss... what can I call you?" He flashed her a smile, tipping his head to her slightly.
“Oh yeah it’s a new clan, we are nomadic.” Blackpaw proudly informed him. She wouldn’t mention all the rules that were a bit of a drag and often caused her trouble. It wasn’t like she was trying to create trouble it’s just she had problems with her plans going right. A simple hunt easily turned into an escape from either a predator or another clan. Luckily most of the time if she was able to explain why she was there and they led her back with a sigh or rant on how this was an inconvenience. Then she tried to behave for as long as possible before ending up with more chaos.
“I’m Blackpaw, but I think I’ll get a new name soon. Chimerastar seems pleased with how much I know and I have been training so hard for sometime now.” She was a bit of an oversharer, which like all her other traits could and would led her towards trouble. But she was good at weaseling her way out. Perhaps that was why she was allowed to stick around.
