Break the Silence

[Guest]

Fern had been wandering for days, hungry, thirsty. She had heard of a group that took in loners like her: Something like Dewclan or Mistclan. She didn't care about names, she was just sick of being alone. Maybe she could get some help, maybe she was supposed to do this alone. Either way, she had to find them. Walking further, she smelled cat, and waited for someone to come out.

[Guest]

OOC: Can I join with someone?
IC: A squirrel fell off a tree and died.

[Guest]

Knock yourself out. Especially if he/she is in Dewclan.

[Guest]

OOC: Here comes senile old Raggedwisp!
IC: "Foxes take it!" Raggedwisp cursed as his old legs went out of their way to trip on every branch or piece of debris in his way. "Dewclan just isn't the same clan anymore. Why, Daystar... Well he better come t'himself soon!" With his old nose, the sense of smell was out of his reach, and the elder didn't detect anything out of the ordinary.

[Guest]

Fern heard some distinct muttering, approaching her. "Who's there?" She called out, wary since her narrow escape from that putrid rogue, Steel something. She hissed in disgust at what he had done.... Or at least, tried to.

[Rainpelt]

Rayclaw sniffed the air, and smelled an unfamiliar smell. Loners and rouges. He accidentally stepped on a twig, and it snapped. uh-oh.

[Guest]

Fern's head whipped towards the sound. "Show yourself!"

[Rainpelt]

Rayclaw sighed. Isn't this enough of a bad day? Then he stepped out. Can this day get any worse?!

[Guest]

Fern's aggressive attitude instantly switched to cautious and tense. "Who are you?"

[Rainpelt]

"Does it matter?" He growled.

[Guest]

Fern's normally light eyes blazed. "Let's see. You're well over the border. So yes. It does."

[Rainpelt]

Rayclaw sighed. “I am? Okay, fine. I'm Rayclaw of DewClan. I'm having a very bad day.”

[Guest]

"Dewclan?" Fern mewed, intrigued. "Where's that?"

[Guest]

"Ahar! So that's where ye been," as untimely as usual, this was when Raggedwisp decided to step out from the bushes. Squinting against the sun he managed to make out the image of two cats standing before him. "Rayclaw, didn't anyone tell ye not te wander off them territory?"
OOC: Hillbilly accents rock.

[Guest]

((Yes. Yes they do.))
Fern sighed. "And who might you be?"

[Rainpelt]

Rayclaw rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I don't know, and to answer your question--”

[Guest]

"Y' don't know who I am, young 'un?" Raggedwisp cried in shock. "Arm yer elder, mind ye! The only elder ye young 'uns can count on te tell ye tales of days by gone." he tipped his head to one side, not realizing he'd trespassed on a tense situation. "And te answer yer question, name's Raggedwisp, elder of this 'ere Dewclan."

[Guest]

"Raggedwisp and Rayclaw. I'm Fern." She mewed, surprised.

[Rainpelt]

“Oh, Raggedwisp. Have we met before?” Rayclaw cocked his head, but still wary.

[Guest]

OOC: He's, like, the most annoying elder (as most old people, no generalizations, are) in the history of the Outcasts. Not to mention the ONLY elder created in the history of the Outcasts.

[Guest]

((You can Facepalm now.))

[Rainpelt]

(Umm, yeah, I sure will)

[Guest]

"Isn't he in your clan too?" Fern mewed.

[Rainpelt]

"Ah, but we don't have time to get acquainted with every cat!" Rayclaw mewed.

[Guest]

Fern nodded. "So now what?"

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