Post by warblersong on Dec 12, 2012 20:37:13 GMT -5
Wolfpath shrugged. It didn't really matter that she didn't know the exact words, just that she had been able to figure it out. It was the same way he had been able to learn the language to begin with. Dogs don't necessarily hold training sessions with loner cats to teach them their language. They just bark and wag their tails and hope you figure them out. "that's arlight." He told her, not seeing a need to mention everything else, "It's still good that you knew. This'll still be easier than catching a fish on dry land!"
He hesitated when she asked him about the dog. No one had ever asked him anything about his old life before. Well, no one asked and actually wanted to know about it. When they asked, as few times as it was, it was usually just some kind of way to question his loyalty. But no one had ever asked about the dog. He didn't really know where to start. "Well . . . He wasn't a big dog. Maybe twice as big as one of us. And I swear he was more fur than anything. his hair was as long as a pine neetle! And all he did was run around and yap. His twolegs let him out almost whenever he wanted. He had this wierd collar on too. If he got too far away from the den it would make a noise and he would run back. The one time he didn't something happened . . . I don't know what . . . and he yelped and ran back with his tail between his legs. We played in the yard. He liked playing with this little ball. it was about this big." He lifted his paw about a tail length above the rock to show her, "And it was all these wierd colors too. Anyway, we'd pass it back and forth and try to take it from eachother and things. And he had this really cool game to play too. Here, let me show you."
he leapt from the rock and bounded a good ways away. He was still a little worn out from the race but he found what he was looking for as quickly as possible and returned to Blackclaw and dropped it in front of her. It was nothing more than a stick he found laying on the ground, not a thin one, but not so thick as it didn't bend. "It's called a tugging war. You put one end in your mouth . . . Ike dis," He told her, putting one end of the stick in his jaws and messing up his words, "En da oder cad takes da oder fide an day full undil one leds go."
He hesitated when she asked him about the dog. No one had ever asked him anything about his old life before. Well, no one asked and actually wanted to know about it. When they asked, as few times as it was, it was usually just some kind of way to question his loyalty. But no one had ever asked about the dog. He didn't really know where to start. "Well . . . He wasn't a big dog. Maybe twice as big as one of us. And I swear he was more fur than anything. his hair was as long as a pine neetle! And all he did was run around and yap. His twolegs let him out almost whenever he wanted. He had this wierd collar on too. If he got too far away from the den it would make a noise and he would run back. The one time he didn't something happened . . . I don't know what . . . and he yelped and ran back with his tail between his legs. We played in the yard. He liked playing with this little ball. it was about this big." He lifted his paw about a tail length above the rock to show her, "And it was all these wierd colors too. Anyway, we'd pass it back and forth and try to take it from eachother and things. And he had this really cool game to play too. Here, let me show you."
he leapt from the rock and bounded a good ways away. He was still a little worn out from the race but he found what he was looking for as quickly as possible and returned to Blackclaw and dropped it in front of her. It was nothing more than a stick he found laying on the ground, not a thin one, but not so thick as it didn't bend. "It's called a tugging war. You put one end in your mouth . . . Ike dis," He told her, putting one end of the stick in his jaws and messing up his words, "En da oder cad takes da oder fide an day full undil one leds go."