[ she's got a rock and roll side ] OPEN !

[[ hardyrex ]]

This place was terrible.

Where were the trees? Hardly any in site. Her home has many trees, all keeping this harsh sun off of your fur. Speaking of the sun, dear StarClan, why was it so hot? It was like someone took it and shoved it closer to the ground so everything would be hotter. And it was so... flat! No hills, and the only mountains -- her homeland -- where way off in the distance. Why was she sent her? Why?

Raccoonfang realized that the poor mouse she had caught was almost shredded into tiny pieces. It was very disrespectful to treat prey this way, but sometimes, she just couldn't help herself. She missed her home, her family, her crush, her land, and everything in between. But the gray tabby knew what done was done, and didn't know why StarClan sent her here.

StarClan. Did they even share the same StarClan here? The way they spoke to the she-cat's starry ancestors where different. And apprentices didn't have to make a trip like herself. So different. Yet, the same? Same duties. Same rules. Same basic idea.

Raccoonfang never felt so close, and yet so far away, from home.

"Mindless thinkin' will get you nowhere, Raccoonfang." She mumbled to herself, grabbed the torn mouse and slowly making her way back towards camp.

ooc; the first paragraph was pretty much how i felt when my family went to the beach. no mountains, so flat... SO SAD. D8

[Crowzerplorodon]

"Ak-shu-ly, I find mindless thinkin' ta' be quite a refreshmen'." The voice came from behind a rock. And nothing could be seen behind said rock, so the natural assumption would be that the rock had spoken. If you ignored how positively insane it was, the rock talking made sense. Rocks didn't do anything but sit there, so mindless thinking came often.

But alas, it wasn't the rock that spoke, but a rather handsome tom cat who came strolling from behind the stone. His amber eyes were completely filled with insanity, but besides that he seemed generally good humored. A little on the small side, the cocky way he held himself just made him seem like a walking joke - almost like the punchline wrote itself every time without fail. And, coming from Firefur, it did.

"But 'ey, if ain't yer cuppa tea, it don't float yer boat." His maw lifted into a wild grin, yet still didn't match the deranged look of... everything in his eyes. Only a moron wouldn't be able to tell that this cat wasn't right in the head at the moment. In fact, a cat would be hard pressed to find a moment when Firefur was right in the head. "Ya' want some mouze wit' dat corpse?"

[[ hardyrex ]]

Raccoonfang's eyes narrowed at the voice wafting behind one of the rocks sitting happily on the ground. She certainly wasn't expecting any company, and definitely not from some tom cat who just waltz right in like he owns the whole forest. One was company, and two was a crowd was the she-cat's favorite sayings.

Push comes to shove, she figured she could take him. He looked cocky, in fact he screamed it, but he was small. Ginger fur. Amber eyes. And something just not quite right. Raccoonfang's favorite. He may or may be smarter than he looked. Way of words, perhaps?

But hey, if we're playin' a game here, the gray tabby didn't want to be the party pooper. Word games may not be her expertise, but she could at least try, right? "Back where I'm from, this's how we ate our mice. Don' you ever try anythin' new 'round here?" Yeah, he won.

[Crowzerplorodon]

Oh-ho, a foreigner, not much unlike himself. Firefur would have put his money on the cat belonging to the old bunch of ForestClan losers if he had any. But no! Twas a good thing he didn't, 'cause he would've lost that bet faster than a turtle lost to a rabbit. Or was it a hare? Wait, didn't the turtle win? No – it was a tortoise! Right, The Tortoise and the Bear. Hare. Whatever, same thing.

Firefur purred in amusement. The tip of his tail twitched like a motor, but the rest of the limb remained still, giving off the image that he was trying very hard not to laugh. He was, of course. If you looked closely his shoulders would be shaking as he restrained himself, forbidding anything other than the purr. Eventually, he calmed down, his maw raised in another smile, ears bend forward in curiosity.

“Where 'zactly is you be from?” He said, tail curling. “'Cause y'all mustn't like yer food so much if y'all shreddit like weeds.” Seriously. Firefur may have been weird, but at least he knew that if you were hungry, you didn't tear your mouse into bits and pieces. “'n I try new stuff alls da time. M'talkin' ta' ya', ain't I? Ain't never done dat before, sho naturally it's summat new.” Logic. He has it.

ooc: ... oh my gawd firefur what the hell is wrong with your speech. /late

[[ hardyrex ]]

"Far away." Raccoonfang really didn't know where to call her home, other than home of course. It was not this place. Her home had more trees. And it was colder. And wetter. With different prey, and more grass. Stupid Two-legs just have to drag you away from everything. Don't they know anything? Stupidest animals on the planet. They make Rabbits look smart. And that's saying something.

"We had plenty of food. So much, we didn't know what to do with the rest of it. So we... shred it to... pieces for... storage?" Yeah, real convincing. Really convincing. "It doesn't matter anyway." Can't go back, so why worry about it?

UNFINISHED