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Sinfulpaw's precious abomination was late in returning home. It wasn't all that uncommon for Devouringfear to lag behind the rest of the alchemic creations, but she was getting rightfully sick of it, she'd needed him and he was not there. So, this time she decided to go search his most recent post - DayClan - to see if he'd gotten himself into trouble. So far the WinterClan apprentice had seen no signs of a disturbance, though, and had a feeling he was really just slacking.
"That stupid algae-covered opal," She cursed, kicking at some rocks. Sinfulpaw was so wrapped up in her own mind that for the moment she had forgotten she was in enemy territory, "I knew I should have used the amber instead."
Foxtrotter was out hunting when a pebble whizzed by his head. He ducked, the pebble just missing his ears. "Whoa!" He mewed, too quiet for Sinfulpaw to hear. He perked back up to see an unfamiliar cat approaching Dayclan territory, clearly lost in thought and unaware she had just nearly knocked another cat out with a rock. "Hm, I know some rock fairies that wouldn't be too thrilled that your kicking their precious rocks around." A friendly sarcastic voice could be heard before a fox-like tom revealed himself, making his way toward Sinfulpaw in confident strides. His warm, yellow eyes with green specks were gentle and relaxed and a handsome smile played at his perfectly symmetrical lips.
"Rock fairies? Pff, I've survived worse," Sinfulpaw scoffed, kicking a few more pebbles although they did not travel near as far as the first, making it only a couple of mouse-lengths away before rolling to a halt. She was nervous. After all, this was DayClan territory and she was technically a WinterClan cat, "I'm just looking for something that I lost. If you let me do it, I'll tell you all of the secrets of WinterClan that I know. Deal?"
She then focused her odd amber-and-gold eyes on the tom in question and instantly held her breath. He was so handsome. Nothing at all like the WinterClan toms she was accustomed to dealing with. They were big, hairy brutes, they wouldn't dare smiling and also wouldn't take the time to warn her about mythological creatures. But Foxtrotter... his auburn fur and matching eyes reminded her of warmth and the Sun. If she was Winter, he was Summer, and she found herself drawn to him even though she knew nothing about him.
He shrugged, "I don't really care about the secrets of Winterclan." He waved a paw in the air and rolled his gleaming eyes. "But, if you'd like the help, I can offer my assistance...and y'know, protect you from those offended rock fairies." He chuckled, twitching his whiskers in amusement. "What was it that your looking for again?" His heart skipped a beat. She was stunning. The way the Dayclan sun hit her fur was breath taking but Foxtrotter knew a cat as gorgeous as her would never fall for a tom like himself. She was way out of his league.
"I'm looking for my..." Sinfulpaw wasn't sure how to describe Devouringfear, so she had to keep it vague, "...uh, cousin."
She knew that earlier she referred to Devouringfear as "something," like an object not a person, but she hoped Foxtrotter wouldn't be sharp enough to pick up on the discrepancy. She didn't get the feeling that many DayClan cats were smart. Her mom was from DayClan, after all. If she had any sense she could have never come anywhere near WinterClan.
"Last I saw him, he was around here somewhere. He's got gray fur and a dopey smile. He's harmless. I'm sure he got himself into some kind of trouble..."She paused, glancing back at Foxtrotter a little sheepishly, "..." She looked like she wanted to say something more but held her tongue.
"Devouringfear...Devouringfear...hm. Doesn't seem to ring a bell." Foxtrotter replied, rubbing his chin with his paw. "Though, cats come and go all the time in Dayclan. Perhaps we can search the territory. Maybe we can catch his scent or a clump of fur to indicate that he has been here." If Foxtrotter had caught the small detail that she had said something before, he didn't show it nor brought it up. "Come on" he gave a small tilt of his head in the direction he planned to look first, gesturing her to follow him. "I'll help you look." He turned away and headed deeper into Dayclan territory, keeping his senses open for a gray furred tom with a dopey smile.
