Choices:
1: Home
2: Home
3: Home
4: Adjusting
5: Home
6: Home
7: Home
8: Adjusting
9: Adjusting
Roll says... 5: Home.
You shake your head. "I'd really just like to go home, honestly. It's not horrible here, but I have family and friends that I need to get back to."
"Not in Derby?" Thimble tilts her head even further. You feel a little like you're talking to a new apprentice. "Where, then?"
"Off...far away, near a lake," you say.
"What's a lake?" Thimble says.
"It's like a really, really, really big pond, or pool, whatever your word is. Too big to swim across. At least, that's what the elders-"
"You swim?" The little molly's eyes widen. "Like, for fun?"
"Well, yeah." You sit back as she leans forward eagerly. "I mean, not as much as some cats, but I go fishing in it, or swim if it's really hot. Does no one else know how to swim here?"
"I don't." Thimble rapidly grows excited, jumping up. "What's fishing? Is it like swimming?"
"You swim to fish, yeah," you say. As ignorant as you feel here, it's nice to be able to explain things to someone else. "You have to sit above the water, and wait for a fish to come by, then you jump in."
And so on, and so forth. As the sun gradually sinks, Thimble bombards you with questions, and before you can even think to exercise caution, you're telling her about life as a Clan cat. She's amazed by your description of hunting and using plants to heal yourself, and when you mention your nocturnal lifestyle, her eyes almost pop out of her head. The two of you are so caught up in this, in fact, that Charlie manages to sneak up on you without trying.
"Mind if you relinquish your captive, Thimble?" she says, making you jump.
Thimble turns to her excitedly. "Charlie! Charlie, you gotta hear all this. Asterpaw's a Clan cat, and he can fish, and hunt, and-"
She begins talking too quickly for you to understand. Charlie lifts up a paw and rests it on the little molly's head until she trails off.
"I'm amazed you aren't out of your skull right now," Charlie says to you. "This little one traps cats and pesters them about everything until they drop dead."
"Do not!" Thimble protests. She shakes her head free of Charlie's paw.
We've got kits like that at home.
Well, I'm not dead.
She's a good listener, it's fine.
Say nothing.