(Spooky stories? Yessss. *shoves everyone forward* )
The three leopards had found each other by pure happenstance. Two of them were rogues, one was from a colony that allowed him to travel to the Rogue Lands to collect stories from passerby and return with news of his adventures to the others at home. This feline went by the name of Glacio and he was a very knowledgeable cat, but he always wished to know more.
Glacio had come upon two felines in the rogue lands. They were Kuruku Nyota and Wavivu. The two were curious folk, for it seemed as though the latter had the former wrapped around his paw. Wavivu, much like his name, was a lazy leopard who rarely did anything for himself. Nyota on the other hand was more than capable of feeding himself and was a skilled hunter, but often forgot to feed himself on account of stargazing too much through a night. Though it seemed when he first met them like an unhealthy relationship, Glacio soon came to realize it was one of co-dependence. Wavivu would remind Nyota to feed himself and in return he would get a free meal out of it.
They were such a curious pair, for the two were not related and yet were very close in their bond, that Glacio had joined them for a while in their travels. In doing so he had found that Nyota wasn't just taken with the stars, he studied them and so Glacio was able to fufill his job in leaving home by learning all sorts of information about the stars.
The three were simply wandering through the dark night by the light of the moon and stars to guide them as usual. Nyota always had his head stretched back at an irregular angle, so he could always see the stars above him. Wavivu in turn would warn him about any rocks or bushes his companion would stumble into. Therefore, it was Glacio that saw the fire. His fur bushed out and he hissed at the other two for their attention. They were all turning away quickly to try and outrun the fire, to get to higher ground and away from the grasslands only to hear a voice near the center of the fire.
"Wavivu, Glacio, we must go and see who it is. They may be in trouble and not know what harm fire can bring to the Rogue Lands." Nyota said and started forward only to be blocked by Glacio.
"No, it is too dangerous. We must not get anywhere close to the fire." Anyone that brought fire to the Rogue Lands from the camps of man deserved to be eaten alive by it. Wavivu agreed, but Nyota, usually soft-spoken and agreeable, stood firm.
"I'm sure they don't know any better. We can go explain to them about the dangers, it could simply be a youth, for all we know, and perhaps convince them to put it out before they do any harm." A pause and a firm look from their starry-eyed companion. Wavivu was the first to give in.
"Alright then, let's get a move on." And then they set off towards the fire. When they were close enough to see the owner of the voice, Glacio pinned his ears. A wild dog. Nyota proceeded onward with Wavivu close behind him.
"E-Excuse me, friend." Began the small leopard,
"We saw your fire and, meaning no offense to you of course, wish desperately that you put it out some how. Fire is such a frightening thing and if I heard your correctly," Nyota had heard what the others had not, for his companions were too spooked by the flames.
"It would surely be more mystical to tell spooky tales by the moon's silver light and... Maybe we could not plague the rogue lands with deadly fire and smoke today, Sir?" It wasn't an elegant ending, but it was the best that Nyota could try for. With his companions tense behind him, the trio of leopards waited for a reply.
