++A Walking Tour++

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

The little brook sparkled in the midday light, casting dancing reflections this way and that, bits of quick light that touched a leaf of a tree or a little sapling before moving on to another spot, bounced off of the flowing water in the small stream bed. As the wetness tumbled over little rocks and worn gravel it whispered to the world around it, the beautiful namesake of BrookClan telling its long story. It spoke softly, too quietly for any cat to hear, of days before the felines when its source first channeled it there, to the little ditch it dug for itself, smoothing the stones that now tossed its waters. As soon as the creek came into view, Luna couldn't help but gasp just a little at this highlight of the home she seemed to now have. She would save this place for special occasions if she could - unless told to go here, of course, in which case she would quickly oblige. This place would work for her... it was all she had. But more and more it seemed it would be enough.

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Flowingbrook's silvery shape padded onward in front of the loner, soon to be a BrookClan cat and maybe even warrior; time would only tell. She stared at the brook, the namesake of both BrookClan and herself. She'd been named after it; DreamClan knew why. As her small dainty paws hit the ground softly, one at a time, she mewed in her clear yet soft voice.

This is the Flowing Brook. It's BrookClan's namesake, and also mine. This is where we hunt; fish is realy easy to catch here. Maybe I'll teach you how to catch fish someday. She smiled, eyes focused on the sparkling water, which was playing around with the sun to create shiny reflective spots throughout the brook, like beautiful crystals.

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Luna responded with an easy smile, realizing with this offer that she and Flowingbrook would probably be considered friends. She hadn't ever really had any of those - she had lived with her brother and with her father. They were family, not friends. She hadn't known the warm, happy feeling she had been missing. It was so nice to talk freely with another cat, for someone to speak to her instead of overlooking her, forgetting about the plain, pale-hued calico. Oh, right... it was time to add to the conversation. "The name given to my dear father was River. In the river his identity was from we learned, though not well, to get our meals on occasion." She knew her speech was confusing, to the Clanners a strangely ordered list of words, but she was already trying hard enough to sound like Flowingbrook. It was hard - she had spoken in such a way for all her life, and to change this involved forming all her sentences before speaking them, a tedious task.

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OOC
'In the river his identity was from we learned, though not well, to get our meals on occasion'
what does that mean?

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

ooc: her dad was named after a river and they learned to fish in that river. But it would be funny if your cat doesn't understand what she's saying....

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Flowingbrook nodded, taking in Luna's words, but as she heard them, she ed her silvery, angular head. Glancing for a second towards Luna, she raised a brow. Strange words; but Luna seemed unfrazzled. Maybe it was normal for her to talk like that. She remembered once hearing that loners often talked strangely, differently from Clan cats. It would take a while to get used to, but for now she just had to figure out what the she-cat meant.

The name given to my dear father was River. In the river his identity was from we learned, though not well, to get our meals on occasion.

Maybe it meant that her father's name was river? And they hunted in the river? Flowingbrook shrugged, deciding to ask. It wouldn't exactly be embarassing, as most Clan cats wouldn't know what Luna meant.

Er...what does that mean?

She turned her head towards the pale calico as she spoke, waiting for the loner's answer.

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Luna flushed in embarrassment under her thick fur. She thought for a moment, then carefully said, "My father had the name River. He, my brother and I all hunted in the river. We hunted in the same one he was named after." Her plain, dark, gray-blue head tilted to one side and her faded-green orbs looked into Flowingbrook's [___] eyes. Were her words always hard for the Clanner to understand? Perhaps so. It was a sort of depressing notion, but Luna hoped that within a moon with the Clan her speech would become normal, and she would instinctively talk like the Clanners, without large words and the strange orders that Luna so easily understood. She remembered that when she first began to live with River, she and her brother had a bit of difficulty comprehending his words. But they'd quickly caught on, and started talking in the same way. Strange...