lost

[ringtail]

"great i'm lost!" blackfire yelled into the tall grass. her blacktabby fur was bristaling with anger at her self
"god! this is the millionth time i have gotten my self lost!" her voice started rising.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she tore at the grass like it was what had got her lost.
"stupid!stupid!!!!!" she yelled with her face berried in the grass.then like magic she was just sleeping. with her face beried in the grass still.
(what a wierd sight for a another cat)
ooc:i give up skykit

[Kestrel]

"Gettin' los happens to ev'eyone," rasped the voice of a she-cat, who appeared on the scene almost by magic.

Broke paused, a funny expression on her scarred face. Her ragged, drooping ear flapped just shy of her left eye.
Had she been human, she would have raised one eyebrow.

"'Ey, quit punishin' teh grass. It dinnut get'cha lost, now, diddit?" She added, her voice showing her amusement.

The gray-furred she-cat padded to stand beside the frustrated cat.
"Where were ya headin'? Mebbe I can point'cha theyir." Her odd accent made the word can sound like kin.

[ringtail]

blackfire got up quickly staring at the cat that had talked to her.
"well i'm just trying to find a better home and-"she started but the bell on her collar jingled. "stupid collar" she muttered to herself and then started wresaling with it to get it off. when she heard a satisfing snap she conitued to talk to the cat "that has grass ,a warm place to sleep,a nice mate and maybe some other cats. just i hate when i do something wrong"she started to peel out grass in her claws"where you headed?"

[Kestrel]

Broke nodded in understanding. "I ain't headin' anywhere special," she informed Blackfire. "I go with de flow, y'know, here to dere, whe'eva life takes meh." Her accent made here sound more like hee-ah and dere sound more like dey-ah.

She padded around Blackfire in a circle, examining her fellow she-cat with a critical eye. "Sounds to meh like yer lookin' fer a Clan."
She stopped directly in front of Blackfire, showing no hostility at all. She had sensed nothing dangerous at all about this cat.
Tilting her head back, Broke recalled what she knew about the Clans. "Dere are four orig'nal Clans: Mis'Clan, StoneClan, TreeClan, 'an DuskClan. Dey have dere Warr'or codes and suchlike, y'know? Den dere's teh Rogue Clans. Dey're called BoneClan and Risin'Clan. BoneClan is a real murd'rous bunch; dey'd steal de skin off yo back fer nothin'. Dey'd kill'ya soon's lookatcha, which is fine if you like dose kinna things, but if ya don't, stay 'way. As fer Risin'Clan, dey're 'n 'oner'ble enough bunch; dey'd treat'choo nice, welcome'ya 'n all that. But if yer lookin' for a peaceful life, dey're not de ones fer you. Dey're for'rever fightin' dat BoneClan, determ'nded ta stop dey're evil for'rever, stop'm from killin' good cats and suchlike."

Her accent became increasingly thick toward the end, and when she was finished, she watched Blackfire carefully and maybe a bit hopefully, wondering if she understood.
And, moreoever, what her opinion of it all was.

[ringtail]

"well maybe but what clan would want me? i get mad at the littlest things!" said blackfire the anger in her voice rising" i'm just a cat with a few needs and wants a decent home but no! i have anger management!"
she stared into the she-cat's pretty eyes."not to change the subject but you have lovely eyes." the black tabby fur on her back was slowly lowering as she was calming

[Kestrel]

Broke smirked, amusement in her dark blue eyes. "Now, back to da 'riginal su'ject: anger's some'm ya can control s'long as yo plenty careful, y'know? You jus' need some self-control. I mehself don' have much anger prob'ms, but I know cats that're good'dit keepin' demselves in-line." This time Broke took care to tone her accent down just a little, though can still sounded like kin.
"You lean ta control yo anger, you can join any Clan. 'Nless yer inclined ta join BoneClan or som'm. Den I'd 'ave ta kill ya, and dat's da truth. I don't run wit dose Risin'Clannies, but I agree wit deir point'a view. We don't need mo' BoneClan material runnin' around."

She paused, and suddenly realized that this cat must know little about the Clans. How was she to find herself a home without proper knowlege?
Clearing her throat, she added, "Ya need to know 'mo 'bout da Clans befo' ya join one of 'em, so I'll 'splain to ya da basics."
She watched to make sure Blackfire was listening, then went on anyway.
"Mis'Clan is sit'ated in a purty valley; very green'n lush. Lots'a prey, wate'falls, 'n mist galore. TreeClan is, as I s'pose ya 'spected, s'rrounded by trees. Dose TreeClannies can scale dem trees so fast, dey're mo' like squirrels den cats. As fer StoneClan, dey're located on a rough mount'inside; most say de entrance to deir camp is a maze dat only dey can nav'gate. De place is very well-shelt'd. DuskClan is reput'd to be cruel, but dat may not be true. Mebbe dey're mis'nderstood, who knows. Dey made deir home in a field'a wheat; it's real easy to get lose in dat field. Lots'a prey 'round dere too, I 'spect.
Now, Risin'Clan is gettin' to be a real Clan, so I'll include it. Dere land is very hilly; mostly, de trees are small and dere's not so much grass, only brush. De ground dere is sandy 'n some places, hard 'n others, kinda like a dese't. You'd think dere would be a shortage 'a prey, but de Risin'Clannies I've pass'd look'd fine 'nough to me, so dere must be prey somewhere on dat land of deres. Lots'a open skies dere."
She finally stopped and shut her mouth. She did not look at Blackfire. Let her process the information on her own time.
Broke was not impatient. She did not press.

[ringtail]

"what about wind?"she asked slowly understanding the accent."i want to feel wind an- freedom. i want to be albe to go were i want with no boundises to hold me back. but a clan sounds nice. yeah nice..." she was slowly driffing to her own little world.
occ: the next part is blackfire in her "dream world"
there is lots of hills just going on and on. all green and lust with tall grass up to a cat's belly like a flowing river.blackfire ran. just kept running and running and then she ran off toward nowhere precicely. she heart was pownding in her ears as the wind came in front making her slow down. she just sat then. with the wind blowing though her meidum leath fur. blowing....blowing her away. to disapear making her happy. carefree. and free

[Kestrel]

Broke made a clicking noise with her tongue, attempting to draw Blackfire back to the world.
Whether Blackfire heard her or not, she began to speak. "Dere's plenty 'o room in de Rogue Meadow still, and you could always jus' hang dere. As fer Clans, DuskClan's lan's pretty much one ga'nt field, wit' grass taller'n yer head. When the wind ratt'les de stalks 'a grass dere, it's quite a sight. But as I said befo', it's right easy ta get lost in dat field, and de DuskClannies might 're might not welcome ya. Risin'Clan, dey'd welcome ya fer sure, and as I said, treat-choo nice. And deir terr'tory's all hills an' valleys, jus' mo' flat lan' to run 'round 'n. I met dere leader once befo', 'fo Risin'Clan was ev'n really a Clan, 'n I tell ya, I havn't yet seen a cat who can run like her. She's one wit de wind dat blows dere all de time." She chuckled slightly at the memory, then continued, "But once 'gain, 's I said, if yer lookin' fer peace 'n quiet, Risin'Clan's not de place fer you. Dey'd teach ya ta fight, and all dat, 'cause deir main goal at de mom'nt is to defeat de BoneClannies."
Her midnight blue eyes never left Blackfire's face, curious and direct. That cat, she had a world full of decisions to make and places to get lost in; didn't she know that? Mistakes happen all the time, but Broke could still see the anger fading in her eyes.
Y'know?

[ringtail]

"oh ok so i just have to choose a place to go?" she said with a questioning look on her face."that sounds easy but which clan would be morepeacehul than the other clan that are fighting boneclan? out of the other ones which one has wind?"

[Kestrel]

Now Broke was beginning to get annoyed. Choosing a Clan because of wind? It was mouse-brained. And did this cat listen to a word she said?
Her voice had a hard edge in it when she spoke again. "As I said, ki'y, Dus'Clan's all flat lan's 'n fields, StoneClan's mou'nlan', TreeClan's one g'ant for'st, 'n Mis'Clan's wa'rfalls 'n valleys 'n de like. So, dat means dat, in or'er, the wind'est Clans'd be Risin'Clan -bad choice fer ya, since ya want peace 'n quiet- Bo'Clan -evil Clan, dey are- Dus'Clan, or may'e StoneClan 'cause dey're high-up'n mou'nlan', I dunno, den pro'bly Mis'Clan, den TreeClan, 'cause dat's choked wit trees dat block de wind. Dat's my guess 'n I' stickin' to it. 'R ya can stay'n da ogue Meadow if ya please. Yer choice."
Her previous amiable nature was not quite gone, but almost.

[ringtail]

"maybe duskclan. i love thier name too. thanks um... whats your name again?" she asked slowly not tring to be rude

[Kestrel]

Broke would have raised one eyebrow if she had one. Choosing a Clan because of names and wind? DuskClan had a reputation for being bad-tempered. Broke would have warned Blackfire, but she suspected she wouldn't listen.
With a faint sigh, Broke meowed, "M'name's Broke, kitty. And Dus'Clan's straight dat way." She pointed with her tail toward a point on the horizon. "Good luck, 'n be careful 'round de Clan cats. Dey can get mean like any other cat."

[ringtail]

"well ok i guess."she paused "broke thanks for help duskclan sounds great!" then she ran off at the area broke was pointing leaving the old she-cat behind.

[Kestrel]

|ooc| she's not old >.< xD

[ringtail]

ooc:sorry her disripion made her sound a little old!

[Kestrel]

|ooc| No, she's just had a rough life