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The moon was high in the sky. It had dipped past it’s highest point and was beginning it decent down After spending a moon in Summerclan with apprentices from other rival clans. She had learned some of the other clans - mostly Summerclan’s customs. She had been in tranced by their massive garden. She had briefly seen a small group of Summerclan warriors gift each other pieces of prey or objects they found around the territory. She began to wonder when Hysteriastar’s birthday was and if he had ever celebrated it.
So in the cover of darkness she had rallied other warriors, apprentices to help her with the big secret celebration. She had also sent some apprentices and warriors off to invite other leaders or cats that knew Hysteriastar to come celebrate his birthday. She was busy barking out instructions to apprentices and warriors as they finished the finishing touches on the Fallclan camp.
”Hurry up I don’t know how much longer Hysteriastar can be stalled.” The medicine cat apprentice stressed.
Meanwhile, in what was once the safety of his den, Hystericstar was feeling rather cornered. He didn't know when, but apparently he had actually fallen asleep, only to be woken up by a den full of kits. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they were actually kits from the clan (who was he kidding, that would still be terrible), but these were kits that he had never even seen before in his life! Where they came from and how they got here was a mystery, and one that he was fully planning on confronting his aurulents with. Once he could actually escape, that was.
"How does this look?" Swiftpaw asked, glancing helplessly back at Chestnutpaw. She was still in the exchange - she had a feeling Chimerastar would never reclaim the apprentices that left the clan - and she was starting to like the clan a bit. She had a good friend here, and her brother, though she missed her mother Rushingriver greatly. Currently, she was fighting to arrange the prey so it looked nice instead of like a pile of corpses.
Crownglass was sitting outside of the leader's den. Every time a kit tumbled outside of the den, he picked it up and gently yeeted it back in.
Two of the kits in Hystericstar's den were being especially in the way. One, Freekit, was yowling at another kit who had stepped on her paw. It looked like it was one of her siblings. The other was Mellowkit who was, in fact, not being mellow at all. She was crying for some reason unbeknownst to anyone and the sound echoed in the packed den.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 5, 2020 16:55:18 GMT -5
Rhymingsilence was attempting to decorate the camp with a bunch of leaves, each housing a colorful caterpillar or beetle. He'd been collecting the critters all morning, but now they weren't cooperating well at all. Some of the bugs didn't want to stay on their leaves and were crawling down to the dangerous ground below. "Be careful!" he cried, stopping a cat from stepping on one of the brave beetles.
Swordstrike was trying to help the calico warrior with the decorating, but his large paws accidentally crushed a few insects on occasion. He tried his best to hide the bodies, still not sure how he got roped into this. And where was his brother? For once he wouldn't mind having him around to help out.
It was chaos in Hystericstars den, and the situation was not being helped any by one kit in particular, Gentlekit was probably one of the quietest of the little furballs but the moment she stood to move around the noise of her clumsy steps quickly made up for her lacking voice. There were so many other kits along with her and her siblings, she had never seen so many before; she looked around and spotted the Fallclan leader, stepping on and falling over anyone in her way to get to him.
Tatteredraven sat opposite of Crownglass outside of Hystericstars den, a laughing smile on her face each time a kit tumbled from the den, she was surprised the leader hadn't been up sooner with so many piled around him. "Are we almost done?" She asked, leaving her spot to walk up to Swordstrike, her eyes flitting from him to the poor bug bodies he tried to hide .
Where in the Dark Forest did all of these kits come from? Hystericstar's eyes momentarily met those of Gentlekit, before he turned and attempted to push through the flood of kits. Perhaps if the leader was actually big or strong, he would actually fare better in his attempts, but he was scrawny and sickly, the complete opposite of an ideal leader. For the first time, Hystericstar wished that he actually had any semblance of muscle. "Poisonrush! Jayjaw-ck!" he shouted instead, still trying to shoulder his way through the waves of small bodies.
Greyhunt watched with curiosity, and mild amusement, as Rhymingsilence struggled with his bugs, and Swordstrike swept more corpses into hiding. It would probably take them all day to finish at this rate, so she approached them. "May I be of any assistance, dear?" she asked Swordstrike.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 9, 2020 18:31:55 GMT -5
Swordstrike was beginning to think this was a lost cause as he accidentally squished another caterpillar. He winced at its bright juices and added it to the pile of deceased. When Greyhunt approached, the large warrior jumped in surprise. His heartbeat settled as he realized with relief, that it wasn't Rhymingsilence looming beside him. "Yeah, thanks. If you want to put up the rest of these that would be great," he said, gesturing to the five or so leaves they had left. Her smaller paws would probably be better suited for the job. Meanwhile, he could safely remove the mess he'd created.
At Tatteredraven's appearance, he felt even more embarrassed. "Just a few left and we're good here," he reassured her apologetically.
Tatteredraven smiled, letting out a gentle laugh. "I'll help you get rid of these, wouldn't want Rhymingsilence to find them." She let her gaze drift to the other tom who was still diligently decorating the camp with insects.
With a charming smile directed at Swordstrike, Greyhunt set to work with the leaves, being careful of the insects that had yet to be squished. She glanced over at Rhymingsilence. Perhaps he wouldn't be as flustered if she talked to him if it was about his bugs. "What are you going to do with them after the party?" she tried.
Hystericstar frowned at the sound of Crownglass's voice, his confusion and frustration at the situation only amplifying. He continued his slow trek to the door of his den, but his pace was slowed even further when a kit grabbed onto his leg and started chewing. "Did you guys steal every kit from our neighboring clans?" he asked, Jayjack's assurances doing nothing to settle his worries. These kits had to have come from somewhere, and if they were stolen, that would just be an even larger headache.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 16, 2020 22:31:51 GMT -5
Rhymingsilence’s ear flicked at the sound of a voice being directed towards him. Reluctantly, he stopped cooing at a bug to cooperate and answered without registering the feminine octave of the voice. “Well, the survivors will be returned to the wild after this.” Guilt was obvious in his tone. Though he had yet to witness the carnage of beetles and caterpillars, he assumed some deaths had occurred. Perhaps, the warrior had been too ambitious in decorating with the critters, but he wanted to share their beauty with the clan. Slowly, his eyes shifted to one of Greyhunt’s paws as she gingerly placed a leaf. “I might need your assistance for that too la-“ he choked as his gaze moved up the limb and to a she-cat. lavellan
“Thank you,” Swordstrike mewed to Tatteredraven. “Let’s just sweep them into a bush or something.” He would have been willing to take the remains out of camp entirely but he didn’t want to miss the look on Hystericstar’s face when he realized what was going on out here. Using one of his massive paws, he began dragging part of the impressive pile away. Phantom
Well, that hadn't lasted as long as Greyhunt had hoped for. It almost made her nervous, the way that he was looking at her now that he had realized her gender. Almost. This time, her smile was directed at Rhymingsilence as she collected the next leaf to place. This was certainly a situation she couldn't charm her way out of, but perhaps she could get him back on the subject about insects. "I would gladly assist you," she replied, her voice taking on a more soothing tone in an attempt to get him to focus on it. "Perhaps later we could gather the ones who didn't make it, and honor their sacrifice with a funeral of sorts." Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the hiding spot of corpses that Swordstrike had collected, and inwardly shuddered as the tom started dragging them away. That shouldn't be something for Rhymingsilence to see.
"No, they're all FallClan kits now," Crownglass assured him. "I found a few of them myself, I was hoping to keep them until they're older! My litter is almost old enough to be apprenticed, but I love them at this young stage." He made a few soft cooing sounds before he remembered himself. He looked back up at Hystericstar, "Anyway, some of them might need names still. Why don't you give it a shot?"
Mellowkit was still crying but she turned it to a sniffle at the cooing sounds one of the bigger cats made. She turned her wide green eyes on him and asked in an annoying whimpering voice, "We're gonna get names?"
Freekit stopped yelling at her sibling and turned at the sound of names. Her ears perked up.
