07-09-2018, 02:18 AM
♡ Caboose, as it happened, knew very, very little about clan life. This was pretty obvious to everybody around him, really. Partly because Caboose had never known a single thing in his entire life, and also because not once had Caboose asked questions or tried to figure out what was going on in any way at all. Despite all attempts, he wasn't any good at being subtle, so his confusion was always pretty apparent.
Anyways, it's pure luck that brings Caboose by the meeting place. He hasn't figured out the schedule for this stuff, of course, and doesn't entirely get the point. Once he mentally adds it to his schedule, though, he'll be very, very thorough about showing up on time. Now is not then, though.
When Caboose registers Bastille's shout, the canine lifts his head. It is, of course, delayed, but that's all you can really ask of him. It's not as professional or leader-like as the Suiteheart's the week before had been, though, so it takes Caboose a lot longer to register it as something important at all. In fact, he takes a few steps forward to leave for some reason before he eventually thinks better of it. Which is how Caboose finds himself flopped down to listen, tail wagging and as attentive as he could manage to be. This is to say, not very, and Caboose didn't really quite understand what was being talked about, either. A long, long list of names that Caboose doesn't know, and probably can't fully register as names. Caboose vaguely tilts his head, but continues to listen despite how muddled his head gets the more words he hears. Meetings, as it would seem, just wouldn't be Caboose's thing, solely because of how much was said. He would probably be able to appreciate the organization of it all in later days, if he ever managed to understand what was being talked about. Unlikely, but hopeful.
Caboose, after some few moments, has faded out of attention, but jolts back upon hearing his name, blinking in puzzlement. Guard ... ian. Promoted? It was about him? Promoted? He was important now???? What was he guarding, though!! Caboose's puzzlement is clear, even though the Retriever's tail is already wagging pretty hard. Washingtub and Church!!! are mentioned too, but that's less important. Things that are also not very important to Caboose are whatever this leader-cat-person is talking about now, because he definitely doesn't get that either. Knocking down? Snowboon????? The helmeted canine tilts his head further, but doesn't speak up. Doesn't even really say anything. It's not terribly frequent that Caboose speaks up, anyways, just 'cause people would get maaddd if he said stuff for no reasoonn, even though he did anywaayss a lot of the timee. Yeah. Yeah. Anyways. Caboose, despite the dismissal, merely sits up and lets out a very, very soft woof of some sort and that's kind of. All. Meetings confused him a lot, but that was okay!!! He got confused by a lotta things.
Anyways, it's pure luck that brings Caboose by the meeting place. He hasn't figured out the schedule for this stuff, of course, and doesn't entirely get the point. Once he mentally adds it to his schedule, though, he'll be very, very thorough about showing up on time. Now is not then, though.
When Caboose registers Bastille's shout, the canine lifts his head. It is, of course, delayed, but that's all you can really ask of him. It's not as professional or leader-like as the Suiteheart's the week before had been, though, so it takes Caboose a lot longer to register it as something important at all. In fact, he takes a few steps forward to leave for some reason before he eventually thinks better of it. Which is how Caboose finds himself flopped down to listen, tail wagging and as attentive as he could manage to be. This is to say, not very, and Caboose didn't really quite understand what was being talked about, either. A long, long list of names that Caboose doesn't know, and probably can't fully register as names. Caboose vaguely tilts his head, but continues to listen despite how muddled his head gets the more words he hears. Meetings, as it would seem, just wouldn't be Caboose's thing, solely because of how much was said. He would probably be able to appreciate the organization of it all in later days, if he ever managed to understand what was being talked about. Unlikely, but hopeful.
Caboose, after some few moments, has faded out of attention, but jolts back upon hearing his name, blinking in puzzlement. Guard ... ian. Promoted? It was about him? Promoted? He was important now???? What was he guarding, though!! Caboose's puzzlement is clear, even though the Retriever's tail is already wagging pretty hard. Washingtub and Church!!! are mentioned too, but that's less important. Things that are also not very important to Caboose are whatever this leader-cat-person is talking about now, because he definitely doesn't get that either. Knocking down? Snowboon????? The helmeted canine tilts his head further, but doesn't speak up. Doesn't even really say anything. It's not terribly frequent that Caboose speaks up, anyways, just 'cause people would get maaddd if he said stuff for no reasoonn, even though he did anywaayss a lot of the timee. Yeah. Yeah. Anyways. Caboose, despite the dismissal, merely sits up and lets out a very, very soft woof of some sort and that's kind of. All. Meetings confused him a lot, but that was okay!!! He got confused by a lotta things.
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