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The Manul gazed down through the stars and the clouds at the land below, the many glittering streams, the grasses returning to their lush color, the meadow flowering once more under the return of the sun's warmth and intent radiance. Inhaling a deep breath, he straightened his posture and began his descent along fluffy white tops, following an invisible path to the material world where, like a translucent specter, he experienced the world in the only way a spirit could: so close, yet so far. Unable to properly experience the warmth on his powdery white and grey pelt, unaware of the pebbles under his large paws as he ghosted over small beaches until he came across the camp of his disciples: BrookClan. A cat walked through him though he paid them no heed; his eyes were focused on the tom that sat in the center of the gathering area.
"My brothers and sisters," Rune greeted with a loud frame to his usually soft voice, gaining the attention from the passersby as was his intent, "today marks the Festival of Cauil, the time when we celebrate all he has blessed us with and appreciate the bountiful life returned to us after the long moons of winter. We have much available to everyone as far as activities are concerned, but feel free to mingle with others and enjoy the sunshine. We'll be having a scavenger hunt for the podaroks to test their hunting ability – yes, there will be prizes at the end – as well as offerings at the altar. For those who wish to assist in that setup, please see me afterward. At sunset we'll be partaking in a feast, please be punctual. Before we begin the fun, however, I would like to ask that we take a few short moments to send our thanks to Cauil in prayer."
He closed his eyes, lifting his face to the heavens. The silence that fell over the clearing was eerie, but the warmth of the steadily rising golden disc in the sky assisted in relaxing tensions. After a moment he relaxed himself. "Thank you."
He loosened his posture and took a few steps away, busying himself with a conversation.
Kol watched the general shape of the Boyar step down from the focal point, his tail twitching slightly. This was his first Festival of Cauil after being promoted from kadet. He had seen a festival for all of the gods except his own since his promotion, which meant that this was a special one. This would be the one where he would be honored in the same way that his sister had been during the Festival of Devonei a few moons prior. He would recieve his final blessing and he would wear the berry juice on his skull like a master's prize.
That wouldn't be until before the feast though. The dedicates of Cauil were often more highly respected during this day, but until the final Dedication, he would just be swarming with excitement, the way any young tom would be.
The Tsar found her gaze resting on Kolya for a brief moment, pride flicking in her gaze. Of course, her children had yet to learn that they were hers, but she was so incredibly proud. Kolya and Loki, each with their strengths, the points that made them so different. They both had their mother's love, whether they knew it or not, and would one day have their mother's blessing completely when one of them took her spot.
She blinked away such thoughts, making her way over to Rune. "Well said. I'm quite proud that you didn't show up covered in mud and feathers," she meowed lightly, a tease in her voice. "I appreciate the work that you've put into this." It hadn't been a job that Tasman could do; the festivals were always led by a male, and the cat who was supposed to do them, the cat assigned with religious piety, had appeared busy. This was a favor, then, of Rune to Tasman, one she felt he succeeded in.
The warmth of the early new-leaf sun radiated down upon Rudania's furs, and with this she felt at peace. Her head was lifted to the skies as she sent a silent prayer to Cauil, the deity of which she was chosen to follow, and with a smile, she finished said prayer. Please, oh please, bring health to my Clan and happiness to my friends and family. We all need it. With that said and done, her big chocolate eyes fluttered open and she caught the figures of Rune and Tasman, both interlocked in a soft discussion that Rudania couldn't quite hear. With a purr rumbling deep within her chest, the podarok made her way over to the Tsar and Boyar, a grin apparent on her features. "Hi Rune! Hello Your Majesty!" She said to the pair, excitement making her body feel as if it were floating. This was her first festival alive, and by golly, she was going to have fun! Directing her question to Rune, she spoke up, "When does the scavenger hunt start, mister? I'm super super pumped!"
Rune smirked at the tease though it softened into a smile of appreciation. “It’s the least I can do, with everything happening.” He turned at the sound of skittering paws fast approaching. “And will happen.” He finished more quietly so as not to alert the podarok to the topic. His eyes, at once dark, were brightened at the sight of the excited kit. “Rudania! Hello.” He listened to her as she quickly rambled, chuckling. “As soon as we get the altar started you and your friends can begin. You think you can help me scrounge up some volunteers?”
Ashley and Halsey were at the other end of the clearing, murmuring amongst themselves.
