Silonna Greenholm, helmsbeast of the Wave Skimmer, was lost. It had been two days since she was thrown overboard, swimming to this horrible place, and the rest of the crew had run off down the shore to some mountain that could barely be seen in the distance. Why? She had no clue! All she knew was that, even from a distance, that mountain didn't look friendly.
So there she was, wandering through some forest, following a river. The wildcat figured that it would have been smarter to stay by the shore, but it was too late now. Even if she ran day and night, she wouldn't catch up to the others.
But, she had to admit, following the river had its perks. After all, there was fresh water, fish, and fruit. Much better than walking across sand dunes, she imagined. It was colder than she thought it was going to be, though. Much colder.
Ginger looked up at the sky, grimacing as she spotted dark clouds through the branches. It would rain soon, and she didn't want to be caught out in the open. But where was there to hide?
Spinning slowly in a circle, the she-cat searched for shelter. About halfway through the cycle, she stopped. There, in the distance, stood a small shack. Who it might house, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to sit around and try to think it through! As the first raindrops began to fall, the calico quickly jogged up to the wooden door and knocked.
(OOC: Y'all can decide who's inside the shack and how they feel about a wildcat sailor at their doorstep. ;))