[ti]Open[/ti]Running along the rails

[QueenChaos]

Rustpaw. Striker looked at her. The name fit her. After all, she had a rusty color.
"I'm Striker." He meowed. "I know a thing or two about some plants. Would you like to learn?" He asked. Every cat should know what is good to use, and what is bad. Especially kits. A kit could die if they got stranded at ate the wrong plant. "How's this. I'll teach you about plants, and you teach me about the clans? I'd love to know more about them."
-Maybe Ellie went there. Maybe she's in one of these Clans?-
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[gingersnapsdacat]

Rustpaw stared at Striker for a moment. 
"I suppose that would work. Though I must ask, Why are you interested in the clans? Are you trying to join?"
If she was going to forge an alliance with this cat, she would need to know more about his motives here. 
"Does it have something to do with that she-cat you were searching for?"

[QueenChaos]

Striker's ears twitched.
"Yes. She's my sister, and even though she's a spoiled brat, I'm still worried about her." He said. "I've been looking for her, and I think she might have joined the Clans. I want to know more about them, so I can see if they would even accept her." He coughed again slightly. "And while we're at it, I might slip into a camp to see if I can figure out how to stop this cough..." He rasped. Clearing his throat, he meowed again. "So, deal?"
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[gingersnapsdacat]

Having gotten the details, Rustpaw nodded. 
"Sure. I don't see the harm in you looking for your sister."
She tried to think of where to begin. If he was looking for his sister, then he would probably me more interested in the customs of the clans than the hierarchy of cats. 
"There are three clans, Ivyclan, MistClan and MothClan. I come from MothClan. if you lost her close to here, then she would probably find MothClan first. If she is decent at hunting and fighting, then we would definitely want her. However, the other clans are not unlikely to do the same."
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[QueenChaos]

"Well, she wasn't a very good hunter. She was good with plants though...maybe she's one of your...medicine cats? That's what they're called right? She wasn't a good fighter either. I had to care for them...and she was kinda bratty." He meowed. He really hoped she had been able to join on of the clans, because if she hadn't she would probably be dead..."You seem nice Gingerpaw. Would you mind me coming with you to maybe treat thi-" he was cut off by a violent cough. "this cough." He finished. He cleared his throat, looking at her.
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[gingersnapsdacat]

Rustpaw listened intently =, while the gears of her own mind worked overtime.
This cat needs some help. Who am I to deny a cat who has the decency to request my assistance? 
"You know what Striker, you seem like a decent cat. Surely my clan won't mind giving you a helping paw. And who knows, you may run into that sister of yours too."
Then, she turned, beginning to trot towards her camp. 
QueenChaos

[QueenChaos]

Striker followed.
"A-are you sure your Clan will accept me? I don't want to slow down any progress." He meowed. He was limping slightly, and his voice was still raspy from his coughs. "And besides, I don't want to get anyone in your Clan sick."
He continued to follow her though, and listened intently as she talked about the clans.
-Fascinating. They have their own religion and everything.-
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[gingersnapsdacat]

The rust-pelted apprentice shrugged. 
"Eh, some cats might not like it. Then again, that applies to anything new or vaguely interesting."
She looked over her shoulder for a moment, noticing how Striker was limping slightly. Keeping it in mind, she slowed her pace slightly so that she would not leave the sick cat behind. 
QueenChaos

[QueenChaos]

Striker was slightly grateful that Rustpaw had slowed down.
"So, how do you get you name?" he asked. He had heard older cats called things like Streamtail, and younger kits called things like Kestrelkit,
He may not be a Clan cat, but he kept tabs on them. Especially since his sister had gone missing, and since he had saved that cat from that fox. He watched her, wondering where on earth his sister could be.
"I have a question." He meowed. "If I join...MistClan let's say. And I don't like their way of life, can I change my Clan?"
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[gingersnapsdacat]

Rustpaw had to think for a moment. How she got her name?
"I got my name the same as anyone else I guess...My pelt is the color of Rust, so I was called RUstkit. Kit is what we stick on the end of kittens names. Now that I am an apprentice, training for my clan, they replaced the last part with paw."
She hoped that she was not speaking too much, or too fast, for the loner to understand everything. 
"Eventually, the leader will decide I am ready to be a warrior! I don't know what I will b called then."
Once again, the young cat thought for a second. 
"I suppose that it makes a bit of sense. The first part of your name comes from your kin, usually the she-cat who bore you, and the second half shows that you belong in a clan."
His second question caught her slightly off guard. 
Could he leave to join another clan? I did it...
"Well, I am sure you could. It might take a little bit to be trusted fully by a new clan, seeing as you left your old one. But I guess you could still do it."
QueenChaos