SCREAMING COLOUR [ghostcountry]

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    This side of the world was strange indeed. Her paws were sinking into the soft sand as she moved along the beach. A gentle breeze was blowing through the girl's soft fur and she couldn't help but feel rather chilly. Feeling cool during the day was not something the canine was used to. Sure she'd been away from her homeland for close to two moons now, but Australia had not been like this at all. The chill in the air had her thinking of her home country, or the top end of it where she'd lived anyway. It had been hot all year round (it was even hot when it rained) and the coolness of the land here was a shock to her system, even now. A small shiver ran the length of the girl's spine. She loved the fact that the island looked, in some ways, like her birth land but God the weather was no fun.

    As she walked along the clan's beach border, the girl's mind was off with the fairies. She was thinking, remembering and daydreaming. It was safe to say that she was anywhere but the present. Usually she wasn't much of a daydreamer or the airy fairy sort, but being shipped away from her birth land had a strange effect on one's mind. She'd managed to zone out enough that she wasn't watching much where she was going. She didn't see the figure coming down the beach, even though their snowy fur stood out against the sand. She didn't even pick up on the sound of their paws squeaking in the sand. She didn't notice them until she hit them.

    A small yip of surprise came from the dingo as she collided with something. It was furry and soft, yet surprisingly solid. Her brown eyes wide she bounced backward immediately, slightly confused by just how she'd managed to run into someone. Looking up her gaze landed upon a slightly familiar figure. It was a white shepherd, one she knew the name and face of. Ghost. Well that's all she knew him as. They hadn't spoken much directly and the Aussie didn't even know his name was technically Ghostcountry - she'd just heard of him referred to as Ghost. A sheepish smile crossed the canine's maw.

    "Sorry, Ghost. I wasn't even watching, must have zoned out a bit," the thought didn't even cross her mind that technically they hadn't been introduced and her status as a newbie probably meant he had no idea who she was. "really didn't mean to hit you. Are you alright? I really am sorry." The words flew from the dingo's lips in her bright manner, genuinely apologetic. She didn't know much about this Ghost guy but she sure hoped he wasn't the sort to hold a grudge.

    [ GHOSTCOUNTRY ]

    The beach was Ghostcountry's favorite place to be, mostly because this was the first time he had the luxury to live next to the ocean. He came from over the mountain, from a distant pine forest tucked away from the rest of the world. For the first fourteen months of his life, he was tribesman. He lived and breathed duty and honor, upholding his family's reputation as diligent advisers to the chief. Ghostcountry was trained to hunt and fight using nothing but tooth and nail- but none of that really mattered now that he was in RiverClan. This was a Clan, three times larger than his former tribe, and utterly different from anything he had ever experienced before.

    Everything was foreign. The people here liked their fish freshly plucked from the raging ocean. The camp was an actual underground labyrinth, and the island was a tropical maze of trails and trees. Sometimes Ghost felt a bit overwhelmed. The skills he had acquired in his former life were no longer of use here. Rabbits and squirrels were an uncommon sight, and he had no idea how to fish. Fighting was also different.. and scary. There was no honor in death, and no hesitation when killing. Most used witchcraft to win their battles, but Ghostcountry? He had no magical abilities whatsoever. He was a grown warrior, who now had to step back into the paws of an apprentice. He had to relearn everything, from the way he walked to the way he thought.

    The Shepherd was caught up with his own thoughts as well, his darkened eyes staring at his paws as he plowed his way through the sand. Like Ebony, he didn't notice the girl until it was too late. His head bumped into hers, and he found himself leaping back with surprise. It took a moment for Ghostcountry to realize what had just happened, but once he did, he offered a sincere apology. "Oh.. gosh.. I'm a dork, sorry for running into you." However, it seemed that she had the same thing on her mind, for she soon cut him off with an apology of her own. In fact, now that things were calming down, he remembered her from the rabid dog incident, which made him feel a little less awkward. "Oh! Hi again. I don't think we've properly met before, my name is Ghostcountry.." He offered her a friendly smile, hopefully making her feel a bit more comfortable. He wasn't the type to hold grudges, especially over something that was basically his fault. "..and other than a sore forehead, I think I will survive." Ghost added, sarcastically holding a paw to his head. "Thick skull." He really needed to relax with his unnecessary humor- it wasn't impressing anyone. Returning his gaze back to the dingo, he would wait for her to introduce herself. She seemed pleasant.

    She'd barely even noticed that the male was speaking when she'd began apologising. Ebony was impulsive and her first reaction was certainly not to listen. Instead she spoke, the chatterbox of a canine seeming to spew out her apologies. Generally she wasn't a clumsy girl. She was lean and agile and her youth made her quite energetic. Walking into people wasn't something she did frequently, alas it had happened today.

    Looking out at the Shepherd, she watched as a slight look of recognition appeared on his face. Apparently he did remember her. Although there were quite a few canines around she supposed that she was the only dingo. Plus she hadn't heard of any other Australians, and her own accent was remarkably prominent. So maybe she was at least a little memorable. Anyhow, a friendly smile showed itself on his maw and in return Ebony's usual bright grin appeared. She had been grim upon their short meeting at the site of the dog's murder, understandably sobered by the scene before them. But usually the girl was as chatty as anything and awfully bright.

    "I don't think we have. It's a pleasure to properly meet you then, Ghostcountry," she noted here that Ghost wasn't his proper name as she'd thought it was. "I'm Ebony. Most people go for Eb or Ebby, but it's really up to you." The dingo introduced herself with bubbly and accented speech, her tail giving a wag or two behind her. He seemed pleasant, and rather friendly too. Watching him, an amused glint appeared in his eyes at his humour, a light laugh escaping her lips. She wasn't the serious sort (although her temper was another matter) and reveled in the ability to have a laugh. She'd spent her life in a pack that consisted, mainly, of her family and they'd been a casual group. Laughing and joking around had been a constant - as was a bit of quarreling because that just tended to be what families did. Especially siblings.

    "So, have you been in the clan long?" She herself was a fresh joiner. How long had she been here? A day. Two at most. Ebony felt most at home on the beach and already felt as if she knew that part of the land well. But the forested areas? Such territory was foreign to the coastal dwelling dog and totally unexplored.