I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU LOOKIN' SWELL — BEAUTIFULSPIRIT

Though they were starting to doubt that there would be anything in Riverclan resembling the home planet that they were almost sure didn't exist, Beautifulspirit couldn't deny that they thought it was a very nice place with very nice members. They liked the cave. They liked that they had a room there instead of just their tree -- they felt bad for thinking that, because their tree, with its giant white bow that matched all of the tiny ones in the room, was actually rather nice. They liked the beach, and the river, and how gorgeous it all was. They would never say that Riverclan was better than Shadowclan, but they certainly loved it there, despite having been there for such a short time.

The alienoid Riverclanner was wandering around with their wagon when they heard something that sounded like splashing, and they looked up to see someone they didn't know dragging himself onto the shore. Concerned, Beautifulspirit let go of the wagon and hurried over, worry shining bright in their many eyes as they examined the stranger from what they assumed was an appropriate distance. "Oh, are you alright?" they asked. Hopefully, if there was anything wrong, it would be something easy that they could help with.

Maybe there were some who would have been offended by the male's reaction when he finally looked at Beautifulspirit after recovering, but truth be told, Beautifulspirit had never been so easily shaken up by such responses when they were meeting someone for the first time. It wasn't the worst reaction they'd ever gotten from someone. He just seemed shocked. Beautifulspirit wasn't stupid. They looked weird. That was okay. They were fine with it, for the most part. They had always looked like this. People were always shocked. Why would it bother them at all anymore? It never had, if they were being honest?

Instead of snapping at the stranger for looking so shocked, Beautiful waited for his response to the question, sighing in relief when he said that he was okay. That was their main concern. "That is good," they said quietly, laughing a bit to themself. They weren't laughing about anything that the other Riverclanner had said. They just found it funny that they seemed to have a thing for meeting new people like this. With somebody soaking wet. They were glad that it wasn't them this time. "My name is Beautifulspirit. It is nice to meet you."

Beautifulspirit was a little confused by the way Frankie introducted himself at first, partially because they didn't know why he repeated himself, but also because that first thing that he said was so long. Castelluccio? Definitely a last name. They were relieved when this was confirmed by their realization that he'd said his last name, then his full name, because, though they would never dream of saying this out loud, and felt bad for thinking it, anyone who named their kid Castelluccio must truly hate them. Frankie, they thought immediately, was a much better name. They liked it. A lot of people in Riverclan had names that they liked, but that was different.

Frankie asked them a question, and they were about to answer, but suddenly, they heard something behind them, and they looked over their shoulder, shocked to see a small flock of birds forming around the edges of their wagon. "Oi!" they squeaked, darting back over to the wagon to shoo the birds away. They let out a sigh. "Walk away for a second..." they muttered to themself, shaking their head as they pulled the wagon over to where they'd been speaking with Frankie.

The question! "I am sorry, that was rude of me," they said, slightly embarrassed. They could've waited a second, even if it meant losing some of their strawberries to some birds. "Anyways, I... not really. I have only been here for a few days, but I like it very much." They really did. It was nice. "What about you?"

A month. That was longer than Beautifulspirit had even been near the clans. A lot longer. And yet it still wasn't very long. The hybrid took a moment to try and think of a response, which was sort of hard, as they weren't very good with small talk. Fortunately, before it got to the point where it would have been awkward for Beautifulspirit to answer, Frankie pointed out their wagon, and they brightened visibly -- literally. All components of their appearance that could glow, glowed. And that was quite a lot of glowing. "It is, um... I found it a day or two ago, and it was just full of strawberries, and I think that it was left for me. But there are a lot less strawberries in it now, so I was going to use it to bring something else here."

Beautifulspirit paused for a moment. "I actually have some strawberry plants. Somewhere else. And it is not very sunny there, so I believed that it would be a good idea to bring them here where it is sunny." They looked over at the wagon for a second before looking at Frankie again. "Would you like some?"