[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by eerie elysian

Beanpaw
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As Halfpaw appeared to be thinking, the siamese sat up and began to stretch his limbs. A yawn escaped his mouth, and by the time he was all stretched out and ready, she spoke again. At her suggestion, he flattened his ears. He tried desperately to recognize this term — "tag"? — but no matter how thoroughly he searched his brain, he couldn’t quite recall what it meant. How to play... "tag". Or if he had even heard of the word. With a slightly embarrassed tone of voice, Beanpaw spoke. "Uhm, uh. If you, don’t mind me asking, uh... what’s... 'tag'?"

Oh!
So he didn't know what tag was.
"Well, it works better with more cats, but one cat is 'it' and that cat has to touch one of the cats running away. When they do, that cat is it, and they have to touch someone else so they're it. It's a lot of running around and trying to catch each other. "
Halfpaw was pretty certain tag was even short for.... "touch and go".
But she wasn't certain.
"If you want less running, is alright. I can think of a few others.".