LONG SHOT ♡ intruder / joining

[arcy]

♡  This was sure and interesting place. Much more interesting than anywhere Caboose had seen before now since ... something. Happened. What happened again? Caboose doesn't remember, but it was important. People kept on showing up, and there was the person with the helmet. That was pretty neat. A lot of things were neat. But especially this place.
"Oh, good! I was worried there for a little second," Caboose chirps, apparently eased down with only a few words, even if they took a few moments to sink it. Caboose had always been slow at processing words. Um ... stationed. Stationed? Caboose had heard that word before. Where? Oh! Where! "I'm Caboose!! Michael? Michael Caboose!" It'd been a while since anybody had asked for his name at all. It was a wonder he'd even remembered how to introduce himself with the way he was, honestly. Anyways. Stationed? What was it called? "Bl... Blood ... Canyon?" If Caboose's helmet were off, it'd be clear that he's thinking hard about this. Like, ridiculously hard. Though, that's clear enough in the way his paw raises, attempting to thoughtfully go to his face. It ... doesn't work. The only reason he remembered 'blood' was because of how striking the word was. Gulch was ... a little too difficult for poor, dumb Caboose.
Still, it's at this point that Caboose acknowledges the new people. There were so many!! The canine looks about, eyes wide. There's a giant something, scaly and honestly very friend-shaped in Caboose's personal opinion. His definition of 'friend-shaped' was even more warped then anything else, honestly. But he had good reasoning, at least. Still, it doesn't approach, and Caboose's attention is quickly dragged away.
"Hi!" Caboose chirps back to the little tiny thing that approaches. Kitten? Kitten!! "You are very small!!" He says, tail still wagging. He's used to being bigger than a lot of people, but this was a little odd to him. It should be noted that Caboose hasn't interacted with a ton of children before. He'd been the youngest of his many, many sisters, for one. Also he wasn't usually trusted with children, so.
"Oh," The next person who approaches is another .. cat. Cat? What was the ... Asce ... Ascend .... .... He doesn't know. What were they called again? Territory? Caboose is terribly, terribly lost, with just that sentence alone. "Sure!" Join?  Caboose's brain gradually catches up with his mouth, and he blinks in puzzlement. What'd he agreed to? Caboose isn't sure. At all. He wasn't even sure where he was and where everybody was coming from. "... Join what?" Caboose voices, tilting his head. Oh well. Whatever it was didn't really matter. Caboose didn't really have anywhere to go or anything to do anyways. Not that it really occurs to him, but regardless.
//caboose is the Goodest