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Grizzlybug watched the kit from the undergrowth, having followed the suspicious scent of kitty pet to cattail pond from where he’d been walking. The young tom looked dirty and tired and hungry- Grizzlybug could practically hear his stomach growling from the bushes- and the fluffy tom decided to take pity on him. He didn’t look like he posed much of a threat, even if Grizz hadn’t been large for a warrior. So, the big brown tabby stepped out from his hiding spot and sat neatly just behind the Siamese, clearing his throat, “You’ll never catch one that way. Your shadow is directly on the water- the second those fish feel the temperature change they’re gone.” Grizzlybug licked a paw, running it over his ears. “Now, I think I can guess, but I have to ask you what you’re doing on Riverclan territory, little guy.” Grizzlybug was a sucker for kits. He just wanted to sweep this little cat up into a hug and take him to camp and see him well fed and safe. Of course, he couldn’t do that- but he secretly hoped the youngin asked to be taken to Lionstar. He looked like he needed a clan to protect him.

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Holy stars this kit was adorable. Grizzlybug dissolved into laughs at the word ‘Riverclam’ and had to take a quick moment to compose himself. Still chuckling a bit, Grizz answered, “fish are the little creatures you see flashing about in there. They are scaly, swimming animals that can be found in ponds or rivers- even the sea, though it isn’t worth the risk. They’re pretty tasty and not too hard to catch once you learn the tips and tricks.” Come to think of it, Grizzlybug could use one. The other tom looked like he could use one too. But, unfortunately, the warrior code abided and Grizzlybug couldn’t offer the poor wanderer a fish. Maybe if he had to escort him off of Riverclan territory he could catch him something for the road.
The fluffy tabby went on to explain, “Riverclan is my home. A clan is a large community of cats all living together- most of whom born and raised there- who hunt and fight for each other and protect each other. We have ranks and training and families and kits and elders, and of course our leader, deputy, and medicine cat. Prey is usually plentiful,- at least for Riverclan- and we take care of each other. Riverclan is my clan, one of four, and we are known for swimming and fishing mainly. This is our territory you are on.” Normally, if the outsider was older, Grizzlybug would have refrained from offering quite so much information. But, this little kit didn’t seem dangerous, and this seemed to be the usual interaction that came before a new addition to the clan, so he chose to give the whole spiel.

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“Well, my dear, I’m so glad you asked!” Grizzlybug gushed, getting to his paws and hurrying to the small cat’s side. Grizzlybug had a hard time remembering that he was a massive cat outfitted with bundles of fluff and thus nearly knocked the poor kid into the pond by his movements, but he managed to avoid sending the little Siamese to be fish food at the last moment by drawing away from the pond. Grizzlybug also, unfortunately for the newcomer, had a tendency to forget about personal space and flashed a paw out to draw the young cat into his fluff in a friendly embrace. Beginning to walk in the direction of camp with a flick of his tail to gesture for the other cat to come along, Grizzlybug chattered, “now, I can’t let you into the clan ufortunately- cos I would, you cute little thing. Only Lionstar can let a new cat join the clan, but I can’t see why he’d turn you away. Oh, and don’t worry about meeting him. I know he can sound a bit intimidating with that big scary name but he’s a nice guy, really, and dreadfully handsome too- not that you need to worry about that.” Grizzlybug continued to chirp on and on as he walked, eventually pausing for breath long enough to remember introductions, “Oh, yeah! I’m Grizzlybug, by the way.”

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Grizzlybug, oblivious as usual, didn’t notice the smaller cat’s totally reasonable nervousness at being enfolded by a massive stranger- nor did he notice the other emotions the other cat seemed to go through. He did notice, however, and greatly enjoy the slight indent to his fur that came from the kit pushing into the hug. It took some time, of course for the big clan tom to notice his companion’s difficulty in keeping up and Grizzlybug slowed his pace ever so slightly to make it easier for him without seeming patronizing. The fluffy tom gave a cheery “mmhmm!” when Bean repeated his name and purred, “oh what an absolutely precious name! I’m happy to meet you, Bean.” Despite slowing their pace a bit, Grizzlybug plowed right ahead through the grass toward camp, not stopping while they exchanged words. He did look at Bean often while speaking, though, trusting his knowledge of the territory to keep him from tripping and tumbling into the river or a ditch or something. When he heard Bean’s emphasis of his name, Grizzlybug smiled and answered after the Siamese mentioned a question, “you can call me Grizz, if you’d like, Bean. It’s a bit easier for one used to to shorter names. Buuut, it’s also a very special honor only given to my friends, so you’d better be suitably impressed, young Bean! And of course, ask your question, feed your young mind!” He figured Bean would feel better calling him Grizz since clan names could be a bit confusing to outsiders.