I Wonder When They Will Wake Up? (Open)

[Sterling]

[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]

Trotting happily through the dust and dirt, a lone Lynx with his bucket could be found. Searching here and there for this and that, eventually wandering his way over towards the Crater. "What a rather large hole that is. I wonder what sort of giant dug it?" He asked the open air, humming some and shaking his fur out just a bit. His paws sank a bit into the dry dusty soil, leaving perfect little prints behind him as explored. Bucket dangling from his maw, today it contained a tattered baseball cap and a few coins he had found. He would stop every now and then, carefully looking around, tilting his head a bit in the direction of anything that may of caught his eye for the sake of getting a better look. Soon enough he stumbled across one of those toasty human bodies left over from the explosion or whatever actually created this crater.

Carefully setting the bucket down, Sterling padded close to the body; more or less bones and clothes. "Well now! Are you the caretaker?  Is it time for food?" He inquired, sitting down in the dirt directly next to the body, carefully reaching a paw out and touching it on the forehead. Much to Sterling's dismay, this action caused the skull to simply roll free. "Now that is just rude. I only asked you a simple question! That's no reason to go losing your head" The feline let out a huff of air through his nostrils, leaning down and giving what was left of the body a few sniffs. The scents didn't match up with what he knew, this smelled of dirt, the outside, nothing like the Caretakers he used to know. Probably why he went and lost his head over a simple question. Must of been quite rude of Sterling to simply assume. "Oh my, I do apologize, it seems I was mistaken. It's no wonder you got so upset with me" The Lynx frowned.

"Do take care, I hope you can find a way to piece yourself back together after my indescretion. Nitwit, he's going to hold a grudge for a long time, no special treats for you. It was a simple mistake! I said I was sorry..." Sterling's ears fell down against his head as he carefully stood up and looked over the body once more. His eyes darted here and there before settling on a breast pocket. It seemed to have something in it. Leaning forward he nosed at the pocket and nudged out a little locket, it was even a bit shinier than most things he usually found! What luck! "Do you mind if I barrow this?" He asked, tilting his head. After a moment of silence Sterling would nod, understanding that to be a yes. An open maw came down carefully around the locket and picked it up, bringing it back over to his bucket and dropping it in with a noisy 'klink!'

"All of the people here are so quiet.. maybe they are sleeping." He suggested to himself in a quiet somber tone, looking at the contents of his bucket for a moment. His head tilted some and once he had taken an accurate inventory within his head he opened up his maw and grabbed a hold of the handle, ready to move on to the next curiosity.