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[Stryke]

Stryke had not been in the farmhouse long, and he had yet to find a suitable spot for a nest in the building. After spending a considerable amount of time studying possible sites, he found a large barrel, tipped on its side and tucked away from the entrance in a dark corner. Checking to make sure no cat had claimed the place, he began hauling hay into the tube when he heard a slight rustling. Though it was a quiet disturbance, he could tell that whatever had caused it was too large to be prey. "Yes, may I help you?" he asked quietly, turning his head just enough to catch the sight of a vague shadow behind him.

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Tride had recently moved into the tribe, and, surprisingly enough, he had been accpeted as a shaman. But, he was the shaman of winter, meaning he had to protect the sick and dying. At least his happy attitude could make them feel better as they passed or healed.

Tride of the Winter had been looking around the closet of the barn at the herbs, making sure that the other seasons have been doing their job when he heard a voice. "Yes, may I help you?"

"Apologies if I disturbed you. I was just checking the herb stock." Tride replied with a small dip of his head.

[Stryke]

Stryke had turned around completely now, curious as to who the cat was, and why he was poking around in a closet. "No need to apologize. Though might I ask what it is that you are doing?" he asked; then, realizing that may have sounded rude, he added, "That is, why are you sniffing at those plants?" The only reason Stryke would think any cat would bother themselves with plants was if they were a shaman, though he did not know any as of yet.

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Tride gave a small snort. "Well, I am a shaman, even if I am a winter one. I may deal with the sickly and dying, but I need to make sure the herbs are good before I use them on cats." he meowed to the stranger.

"Anyway, I am Tride of the Winter, Tride for short. What is your name?" the shaman asked, tilting his head at Stryke.

[Stryke]

Stryke nodded; as he had presumed, the cat was a shaman. "I am Stryke. I am a hunter," he introduced himself, hauling the last bundle of hay into the barrel for his nest. "So," he added as he patted the hay into place, "Were you a loner before this, or have you been here a while?"

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"I was a kittypet, then a loner. The life of a kittypet is the most boring life you can ever have." Tride meowed, flicking his tail. "What about you?"

[Stryke]

Stryke nodded, imagining being penned up all day, kept from the outside world by unnatural means, and shuddered as he did so. "Me? I was born a loner; I lived with some family for the earlier half of my life, then we parted ways. I guess that's why I joined this..." he waved his tail in a broad sweeping motion, indicating the whole of the farmhouse. "I was a loner, but I did not particularly like being alone."

[Thusula]

Thusula was not pleased with Ragabush's decision to bring in the mongrels. As much as the other members of the tribe explained that it was for the best, the tom refused to accept this change. He watched as two cats conversed a distance away, having the feeling that they were not of their kind. No. They were exposed to the wild. They could have been carrying a disease around during the travels and that was unacceptable to the shaman of winter. Disease meant death, and death meant the end of another innocent cat's life. Couldn't Ragabush see that bringing in these mongrels meant that he was slowly killing off his tribe members?

His gaze was stared straight at the patched cat and the tawny cat, ready to attack if necessary. He was trained as a guardian many moons back, and would protect the safety of his tribe before anything else - even if that meant challenging the actions of the newcomers and leader.

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apologies. i did not realize it was my turn to reply.

"I think a lot of cats do not enjoy being alone. I, for one, grew bored of being alone, so I left the twolegs I had lived with to be one of those pirates that roam the streets. But, I also left that group, so I walked alone for a while until I was taken in here. It is nice to share a place with other cats." Tride replied, bobbing his head in an understanding gesture.

Tride felt the gaze of a newcomer nearby. The black and white shorthair turned his head around, looking for the source until he noticed Thusula. The shaman tilted his head in curiosity before speaking. "Hello. Would you care to join us?" he meowed.

[Stryke]

(That's okay. It isn't as if we had indicated that that was the case)
Stryke understood what Tride was saying, and nodded in agreement with his theory. Then he stopped a moment, considering again what Tride had said. "When you say 'pirate', do you mean a rogue?" he asked, curious. He knew little of rogues, just that they were more dangerous than loners. Turning his attention to the cat Tride had called out, he recognized the cat from a separate conversation. "I know who that is," he said, remembering the cat's unpleasantness to newcomers. "Thusula, wasn't it?" he called.

[Thusula]

He nodded in regards to Stryke, the tom that he had recently met, though it was a rather short one. He padded towards them, but stood his ground. "Thank you for the invitation." he mewed to the unknown stranger. "I just couldn't help but to notice that the two of you were of different assignments of the Tribe by the way that you two smell."

He then looked at Stryke and smiled, glad to know that someone around still remembered his name. "Yes, I'm Thusula of the Winter, but Thusula will do. And you are Stryke if my memory is still running smoothly." The tom turned his head to the patched tom and flicked his ear. "And you are?"

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"No. Not really rogues. They were more kittypets that ran away from home or loners that inhabited the streets at certain times." Tride replied. "Their leader, Magpie, was certainly not a kittypet, but she was not hostile enough to be a rogue."

Tride nodded at Thusula. "My pleasure. Indeed we are. I was from the kittypet place before becoming a loner and joining the tribe." the shorthair meowed.

"Oh, so you are a winter shaman as well. I am Tride of the Winter, but Tride's what cats call me. It is nice to meet you, Thusula." Tride meowed.