Card Game Roleplay!

[Philote]

"Well, can you light it?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Depends, do you have anything that's warm or hot?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "I believe I can be of assistance."

MY paw glows red, and I blast the large sticks, igniting them.

"You're welcome."

[Philote]

"Impressive"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Thank you. Now. About these Crazy Eights. I don't see or hear them right now. Do you think we can safely stop to camp here?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Probably"

[Philote]

"I don't suppose we will be able to get through this section without a stop, it will be good to get some rest before they show up if they do."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Still in cat form, I stretch and curl up in the spot next to Ven, and fall quickly into a peaceful catnap.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I lean against a tree and begin to snore, yet my eyes are still open.

[Philote]

"I'll take first watch then"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

(Who says I'm not watching)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

For the most part the night is calm and cool. Night birds call in the distance, including an owl on the hunt. A howl comes from perhaps a wolf or a wild dog, but it doesn't sound like it's up close.

A gentle breeze blows through the trees, knocking off a few more of the trees' leaves to move autumn along.

Ven keeps vigilant watch, as the others sleep. But things are not eventful. In fact they're boring to the point of nearly putting him to sleep...

[Philote]

I begin to drift off and decide that it is time for me to get some rest myself, I stumble off where I am sitting on the stagecoach and go to wake the cat so he can take a turn at watch.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "RAAAWWWWR!" I yowl and hiss vehemently, before realizing where I am again.

Then I jump up onto a branch to observe from above. It's my turn to watch.

"What could possibly go wrong?" I say to myself waiting for my shift to pass.

As though to answer my question, I hear a rustling in the bushes...

"Um...guys?" I say, forgetting momentarily that I can shoot energy beams, "GUYS???"

[Philote]

I'm not even asleep yet before I hear a call for help, "What is it!" I call.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "PROWLERS!!! INVADERS! Intru...ders." I say, getting less enthusiastic, as I look at the disturbed bush, only to see a friendly chipmunk scamper out.

 I then zap the rodent dead in agitation and embarrassment...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I gurgle in my sleep, completely oblivious to everything that just happened.

[Philote]

 I go back to bed.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I go back to my post, and in a few minutes, after the others fall asleep again, am clinging to my branch like...well, a scared cat.

The winds are much less pleasant when the others are asleep. They're cold and creepy, making my hairs stand on end. And every sound is the Crazy Eights mounting an ambush.

But after a while, I'm able to convince myself.

No crazy old Eights are gonna get us. Not even THEY could be out in THIS weather. Yeah, that's right, I think, we'll be fine...

Just...fine...*yawn*...fine...

"zzzzzzzz...."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I snore loudly...my eyes still open while I sleep.