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Attempting to light up the world with their brightness, FallClan holds the Celebration of Lights during summer. Their camp is decorated with hundreds of fireflies that they spend the night catching before holding a grand feast and playing games. This celebration is a reminder that they never fell into darkness in the past year.
This festival, in particular, had taken Hystericstar a lot of effort to actually prepare this time around. Of course, he had still divided tasks among the staff, but that didn't mean that he had it easy. Especially when there were still kits that refused to leave him alone. Even at this moment, when he thought he had finally found a moment to relax just as the sun set in the horizon, the young Bogkit was nibbling on his tail. Hystericstar had given up on trying to separate the kit from him, instead just resigning himself to his fate. At least until he could find Crownglass - he was sure that the tom would be more than willing to take the kit away.
Still, the preparations were complete. A feast for later had been laid out in the center of camp, which Pumpkinspice had already attempted to enjoy before it was fully laid out. The camp itself had been decorated well, with bits of color everywhere. It was beautiful, but the real festival started once the sun had fully set and the darkness of night was illuminated by fireflies.
Rivergale had just padded into the camp, a plump carp in his jaws. The brown and white tom took every opportunity to add river-food to the freshkill pile for his Clanmates to enjoy. A night of celebration like this was no exception. Dropping his quarry onto the feast pile, he cast his stormy eyes around the clearing, looking for the familiar grey pelt of Acorncharm. A small frown formed on his face when he didn't spot the she-cat, wondering where she could be. They had agreed to enjoy the festival together. Giving a small shrug, he looked up and saw Hystericstar being mauled by the always present kits around him. "Need some help?" he asked, trotting up to his leader with a dip of his head in a greeting.
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 24, 2021 18:12:48 GMT -5
Weaselpaw sat quietly near the medicine den, overseeing the activities. It was a peaceful celebration to say the least. A good amount of food was present, not like the warriors ever kept the fresh-kill pile scarce, but it was more than he had ever seen in once place at one time. He smiled to himself at the thought, happy that he was in such a position, able to practice his craft and help such a group. It brought him his own inner peace that elsewhere he was missing.
Meanwhile Promisedpaw was hyping up his newfound friend Shadowpaw. Both outsiders, and complete opposites, yet somehow they got along well enough. They even showed up at the same time. The loud white tom was telling the other how nice his flowercrown was, adorned with small yellow flowers. It was a sight to see, yet a nice one for once, something they both deserved coming from places neither of them really ever fit into.
Hystericstar turned his gaze to Rivergale, a hint of relief in his eerie eyes. "It's beyond me what their obsession with me is," he said. If this was something new, he would be more concerned, but this was something that had been happening since he first came to the clan. Just because it wasn't something out of the ordinary didn't mean that he wasn't confused over it, however. "Maybe it's the smell of herbs that they like," he added.
Pumpkinspice had been chased away from the feast, and now she took to just sitting to the side, the food still in her peripheral. Perhaps Strongjaw was around, and they could come up with a plan to steal food again. He had made a wonderful distraction in their last food heist, so she was sure that they could pull it off again. Her plump stomach growled, and the queen glanced around. Whose idea was it to leave all of this prey out to eat later? Did they want to taunt her like this?
Post by complacentdevil on Oct 29, 2021 23:30:34 GMT -5
Weaselpaw chuffed at the thought of the kittens being attracted to herbs. He hoped that wasnt the truth, otherwise he mightve been overrun too. He couldnt help smiling at the thought, but still thinking in the back of his head that some other company might be nice, especially now that he had Spiralpaw in the medicine den too. She didnt really help stave off the lonely feeling he had within camp walls even with all her constant bouncing around and boundless energy.
