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_{Oatmeal, the one who bothered to move faster than walking, arrived before her sister. The tabby looked at the Thunderclan apprentice, who had fur the color of snow, and almost started talking, but realized this other cat had it under control. Oatmeal had just recently joined, along with her sister Mary, so she wasn't really sure of everyone's names yet. Oh well.}

_{Mary strolled over casually behind Oatmeal. When the cat started talking about fighting and swimming and such, the white feline purred slightly, "Fighting? They'll be no need for that, dear. Well, unless you make it so. Please, just answer the question this wonderful feline beside me has posed." Mary, too, did not know Pinkribbon's name, but she gracefully flirted around that subject as she waited for 'name and business' or whatever from this intruder.}

_{Well, if the title didn't say it all, then someone might as well say it now.}

_{Mary and Oatmeal sat together- they had been almost inseparable since they joined- debating between themselves. Oatmeal, the one who wanted nothing to do with being social, was saying that they should go out and hunt- be useful! Mary, the social butterfly, wanted to meet everyone in the clan. Mary had won the argument, and now she was deciding the best way to meet lots of cats at once.}

_{So she just sat there for a little bit, not saying anything at all. She wanted to learn everyone's names. Maybe others would approach her. That seemed the most acceptable plan: wait.}

_{Oatmeal, for the record, loved that plan.}

_{Mary Sparkle Gemstone Fabulous Rainbow Breathtaking Stupendous Susan, as the white feline was fully named, looked around for others. Most of them seemed pretty scarred. She wondered how brutal this 'clan' idea was. Sure, Oatmeal was scarred too, but still! This looked tough.}

_{The bland brown tabby gave a huff of annoyance at the fact that they weren't being useful, but stayed next to her sister. Oatmeal and Mary balanced each other out, so Oatmeal got to be social, and Mary didn't send everyone away with her arrogance. It was a pretty good partnership, to be honest.}

_{There, that's explained it. They waited together, hoping others would approach, ready to learn the names of anyone and everyone.}

_{{{Oh xD Didn't think this was it because it said blacky xD whoops}}}

_{Mary was tired. She had been doing nothing but talk to people all day long, and was ready for a nap in her nest. Sure- the apprentice den was a bit crowded, but it beat sleeping on a rock. As she walked over, she stepped in a bit of damp ground. "Oh. My. Gosh. Ew!" She shook the dirt from her foot in disgust, and quickly finished her journey over to the apprentice den.}

_{Well, this wasn't going to do. Someone in her way?}

_{Not really in her way, but close enough to being in her way that Mary was able to say that she was. Let's see- she knew this apprentice, she had greeted Mary when she had first joined. Morningpaw.}

_{With a snide look on her face, she said, "Oh, hello Morningpaw." The alabaster feline knew that Morningpaw wasn't that fond of her, and decided to poke the bear with a stick. She was exceptionally good at that.}

_{Before Oatmeal could say that they wanted to go on a patrol, Mary said, "No, we're just trying to have a nice little meet-and-greet with everyone here. Thanks for the offer, though." She gave a genuine smile, though Oatmeal was muttering a few choice words.}

_{As Cinderella approached, Oatmeal brought a grin back to her face and said, "Hello! I'm Oatmeal, and this is my sister, Mary Sparkle something Susan." Hey- was it her fault that her sister had an eighteen-syllable name? She couldn't remember it all! Unaware that Cinderella was mute, she then followed up with, "What's your name?"}

_{Mary muttered under her breath, "Mary Sparkle Gemstone Fabulous Rainbow Breathtaking Stupendous Susan" while nudging her sister with a foot. Sometimes Oatmeal was just so... ugh. Yes, that was a great word for her. 'Ugh'.}

_{Oatmeal didn't understand why this feline wasn't speaking, but thankfully Mary did and she butted over into the conversation, saying, "Oh whatever, who needs names anyways?" She ended that statement with an awkward, but yet somehow graceful, laugh.}

_{Oatmeal still didn't get it.}

_{Mary looked back between this golden cat and the chocolate colored Morningpaw. Perhaps Morningpaw knew this femme's name. Well, if she did, then she'd tell them. Despite what she had said, Mary found that nothing was more important than a name. Her own fabulous name was so wonderful that no one forgot her- well, no one had yet, anyways- and she found that good. So, she was always asking names, and now that this mute female couldn't say hers, well, that was a problem.}

_{Still, being the social butterfly she was, Mary Sue kept the conversation going. "Well, how are things with you?" That was simple enough of a question that it could be answered with a nod or a shrug, paired with whatever facial expression matched the feeling. Strange, she had never met a mute cat before, but she was still able to assume that the golden feline could not speak.}

_{It was funny how things like that worked.}

_{Oatmeal bounded forward. Her sister, Mary, was much to stuck-up for something fun like a treasure hunt, but this tabby was happy to try anything! The tabby looked at the kit, and said, "Sounds fun! I'll join!" Oatmeal could only imagine how this would all pan out. And what would the treasure be? Oh this was exciting!}

_{Mary watched from the sides, not willing to engage in such an activity. She might get her paws dirty!}

_{Mary smiled. Cinderella. Good to know.}

_{The snow colored feline responded to Mockingspirit, "I'm Mary Sparkle Gemst-" She got cut off.}

_{"I'm Oatmeal and this is my sister, Mary Sue. Nice to meet you." Despite being a social elephant compared to her sister's social butterfly activity, she knew that Mary's entire name was a conversation killer. It was surprising to see what Oatmeal lacked in social skills, Mary made up for, but whenever Mary started to get arrogant or stuck-up, Oatmeal was able to interrupt and keep everyone happy. That was generally why they stuck together.}

_{{{those nicknames are so perfect I can't even xD
"I'll have you know that everyone takes time to adjust to new things. I'm sure even you know that. As for this 'Tweedle-dum', I'm afraid I do not know what you are referring to." Tweedle-dum herself would have understood, but Mary wasn't one to 'sink' to the level of actually knowing things like that. If she was lady-like enough, she could skirt around instances where she needed to know such obscure things. Mary's sapphire gaze traveled down to the wound that Morningpaw had on her leg. It looked nasty. Mary couldn't even imagine having such a blemish on herself. And even harder to think about- actually getting into a situation where she would obtain such a scar.}

_Ew.

_{Mary pretended she understood the reference to Alice and Wonderland, and said, "Ah, yes. Well, we are two separate beings, you know." After a roll of her eyes, she added, "If you must know, my sister is out walking the territory. Something about learning her way around or something." Mary had given no interest to that idea. There could be big animals or mud puddles. Plus, all the effort that would go into walking around the whole island was just way too much for the princess-esque apprentice.}

_{Cinderella's explanation made it click for Oatmeal- finally- and the tabby said, "Oh you can't talk!" She smiled, glad she had figured it out. She didn't realize how blunt that was, or that it was probably a bit rude too.}

_{Mary rolled her eyes at her sister, and for once, was at a loss for words. But not for long. "Well, Morningpaw, it's nice to hear you're doing well."}

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_{Well, the problem with wanting to be friends with Oatmeal is that Oatmeal was so awkward she'd probably insult your mother by accident or something. At least with Mary, you could uphold a conversation.}

_{Still, the sisters couldn't read minds, so they just heard the voiced question from Mockingspirit. Mary was the one to respond. "Well, yes. We were- as you say- loners." She smiled, whereas Oatmeal was just sitting there, staring blankly at nothing with bland amber eyes.}