Travelers

[Rainshadow]

  "T'would be o' no use," Abby replied, shaking her head slowly.  "Most likely, they've already seen us."
  Wing was starting to get frightened.  He desperately hoped that these beasts weren't enemies; he didn't want to run again.

[W0NWILL]

"Well, if they be friends, what are we waiting for? If they be enemies, let's hurry up and kill them!" Rustip said.

[Rainshadow]

  "Well, 'ow many are there out there?  'Cause if'n there are only a few, that'd be fine, but if'n there's a big 'orde, we're gonna 'ave a problem.  If'n they be friends, that'd be just grand!  But, ye can't be too careful out 'ere."
  Abby stood up, wincing slightly as she put weight on her hindpaw.  It still hurt to walk on it.  She limped over to the hole, trying to see out of it.

[Tiria Wildlough]

OOC: Sorry, I've been out of this for a bit. What should my character do?

[Rainshadow]

  OOC:  You could suddenly appear and say that you were following us or something.

[W0NWILL]

OOC: Or you could be a recruit that recognizes them.

"Oh, sorry." Rustip said. He moved out of Abby's way.

[Quickpaw]

"If you guys go out their, I won't follow you." Vash said. "I don't feel like dying anytime soon."

[Tiria Wildlough]

OOC: Don't you remember my character? She's Mariuley.
BIC:
'Neither do I,' said Mariuley, who had been keeping quiet until now. 'I'm not going.'

[Quickpaw]

OOC: I remember her.

BIC: "Good, at least someone has common sense around here." Bash sighed.

[Rainshadow]

  "We either go out there an' stan' a chance if they be enemies," Abby reasoned, "or stay 'ere like sittin' ducks."
  Wing looked to Abby.  "Wot?  Wing ain't a sittin' duck!  Wing'th a wildcat!"

[Quickpaw]

"It's your funeral. As for me, I'm going to find a good place to hide." he said to her.

[W0NWILL]

Typical weasel Rustip thought, "Well, there's plenty of rubble 'round 'ere. Grab some and let's wait."

Not all the cannibals had chased the small group. Some had stayed, along with a small mouse as prisoner. A mouse called Breersk. Breersk had fought, but had been subdued. His paws were tied and he as in the little cage under the big tree.

OOC: This would be a perfect time for Razer to come back...

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Who will rp her though?
(whoops, missed that!)
BIC: "Or maybe I could try and blend in to their crowd…" Vash thought aloud.

[W0NWILL]

OOC: Well, Skyblade is semi-active. And Vash can't retort, Rustip thought it.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Do you know if Sky's coming?