LOST IN HOLLYWOOD — OPEN, DARKCLANNER

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Their first task as ambassadors was to introduce oneself to the clan one resided over, and in his case, he had two groups to visit. ShadowClan was the first, as he knew the clan better than he did BloodClan, at least to an extent. It was a simple enough assignment, but he felt as though he should do something more solely introduce himself. In his maw, he carried a fairly small basket, which he somewhat felt guilty for. DarkClan had little to offer in terms of supplies or food. Whatever supplies they found were to be saved for themselves, though if they found something in excess, he presumed it would be acceptable to take it as a gift for another clan. ShadowClan happened to be the group receiving the few items he had taken, but its contents would be revealed when the other group members would be given the basket. For the time being, however, he was solely focused on remembering the path he had taken to find their ally the first time. Scott was successful in finding their territory, especially with their borders smelling so strongly. Upon arriving at the scent line, he slowed to a halt, gaze focused outwardly to the domain beyond. Mont surveyed the area, hoping to spot at least one ShadowClanner, though there were none as far as he could tell.

Though he could be rather impatient, he settled for waiting patiently despite his usual hasty demeanor. He supposed that, for the time being, he could muse to himself, and attempt to choose what exactly to say to the members of the other clan. It would be facile, considering it was merely introducing himself and presenting them with gifts. Scotty gave a shrug of his shoulders before lowering his head to set the basket on the ground.

"Hi-de-ho!" The corporal called in a rather pleasant, amiable tone of voice. His face was adorned with a shit-eating grin, as it usually was. Montgomery tilted his chin toward the sky in an attempt to appear more confident in himself as well as for practical reasons — meaning to gain better access to the territory that lay before him. Unfortunately, no one had yet appeared, and despite being willing to wait, his patience was already beginning to wear thin. It was pitiful how immature he was. "Name's Scott, from DarkClan in case you can't smell for shit. I got some gifts for you all, bein' ambassador to your clan. It ain't much, but...it's better than nothin', I guess," Scott announced soon after his initial greeting had been said aloud.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]He nearly choked on his saliva when the apprentice came bounding over, seemingly eager and thrilled to witness a stranger at their borders. The canine somehow managed to remain composed and self-satisfied, his posture still erect and oozing confidence. His grin widened and became more genuine than it had been previously, especially as the girl — Paintedpaw — began to spew information, random facts and inquiries. A chuckle escaped his maw as he listened to her, ears flicking occasionally as to show he was giving her his undivided attention. "Actually yeah, I am an orphan," Scott mumbled, though the response was audible enough for Paintedpaw to hear, and perhaps any others whom had arrived before his comment had been said. He had no clue as to where his parents were, or if they were even alive. How could he be aware when most of his life had been spent as a journey alongside his best friend? That had been his reasoning for answering in such a low volume. The sudden realization struck him immediately after the question had been asked.

The apprentice eventually went on to spout out more of her queries, catching him somewhat off guard, though it was merely internal. "DarkClan's aight. Nothin' else to say about how it is really," Scott commented idly, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as he listened to her once more. His attention was wavering slightly, especially since he was already prepared to leave. He hadn't wanted the session to go by too quickly, but no one else appeared. He gave a light laugh at her question after the one he had already answered, finding it to be amusing. "It's just the name, kid, nothin' more than that," he responded easily, ears pricking forward as another individual began to appear on the horizon. His honey eyes eventually directed back to Paintedpaw, though, as she continued. "You mean Koda? Nah, she just needs to cool down and loosen up. She's too serious. It's wacky," Montgomery said with a slight roll of his eyes, briefly thinking of the "soldier". It was odd how she called nearly everyone "soldier" before adding their name. At least she had the decency to do that rather than simply call them "soldier". "If ya wanna be 'Soldier Paintedpaw' then you can be called that. And no, they aren't edible. They're people who fight under orders, ya know? Like warriors or somethin'—" Thankfully, he had been cut off when Kelseylace appeared to save him from answering every question the apprentice threw at him. He sent her a somewhat grateful look before straightening his posture once more.

After the deputy appeared, more arrived to greet him and introduce themselves. Scott wasn't certain how many would approach the border, but he was astonished to see so many. He expected a few, maybe two or three. Instead there were six individuals standing before him, waiting for him to reply to them. He gave them a grin as an acknowledgement to their introductions. "Pleased to meet y'all. If you didn't hear, my name's Scott," he addressed them with a widening grin, an amiable tone tinging his voice. He couldn't help but chuckle at Radioactive's comment toward the other ShadowClanners. Despite the rather blunt question, the grin remained on his lips. "She's still ambassador. We're like partners I guess," Montgomery informed him with another shrug, acting unconcerned. After a moment of silence, he pushed the basket forward and closer to them. "Just some gadgets and gizmos," he concluded with a somewhat fading grin, head cocking to the side.