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Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 27, 2020 3:17:29 GMT -5
The sun was at it's highest, but the temperature was comfortable. No sign of humidity or sweltering heat. No blistering winds, dark clouds, nothing. It was just a beautiful day in FallClan, and Treasurecove knew today was one of his days. His schedule was wiped clean for the day, so he spent the morning sorting through his hidden stash and picking out a few items to bring back to camp. Then he located a long chunk of bark and dragged that back too. Now, he was sitting just inside the camp's entrance with his bark wedge balanced on top of a rock in front of him. Atop its tan surface were three dock leaf-wrapped bundles spread evenly apart. With the camp bustling the way it was, it was only a matter of time before some cat came over to his little shop. So, with his tail swaying happily behind him, the soot-colored tom observed the camp, humming all the while.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 27, 2020 3:30:05 GMT -5
A black she-cat slithered up behind the tom as he sat behind his little make shift counter. Like on her feet and a leaf of catnip hanging out of her mouth, Smokwtwirl grinned. “Heya Treasurecove! Whatcha got today?” She asked, leaning over the tom and poking one of the bundles with her paw. The catnip leaf crunch beneath her teeth and she chuckled. Smoketwirl’s pale eyes sparkled with mischief and boredom. She had just gotta back from jumping off the waterfall and her fur was still damp. Now she was back in camp and wondering what kind of trouble she could cause this afternoon.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 27, 2020 3:56:42 GMT -5
"Oh, it's you," Treasurecove said with pursed lips, expecting to see some random clanmate and not one of his friends. Only sulking for a brief moment, a gleeful smile split his face because this was Smoketwirl after all. He was always happy to see her, and with the catnip dangling from her teeth he couldn't take her seriously. Leaning over his counter he purred, "That depends. You interested in buying or reeling in some sorry sucker?" He wasn't above swindling his friends, but most of them knew his tricks too well to bother with. Still, he had to ask.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 27, 2020 4:04:11 GMT -5
Smoketwirl’s grinned remained and she rolled her eyes. Like she would bother taking Treasurecove up on his offer of his junk. “You know you don’t have anything I need.” She purred back, shifting the catnip to the side of her mouth so she could speak. The little leaf hung out like a piece of straw making her look a little ridiculous. The black she-cat eyed the counter and then lifted her gaze to survey the bustling camp. “Though I wouldn’t mind helping you reel in a sorry sucker. Only for you, sweetness.” She replied, shooting a wink towards her friend as she moved to stand in the front on the other side of the dark log. “Got anyone specific in mind?”
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 29, 2020 1:37:11 GMT -5
Treasurecove leaned forward even more so he was looking up at Smoketwirl with glinting eyes. "Oh, honey! You never know~." He hadn't expected anything less from the she-cat, but it tugged at him a bit that she'd turn down his precious wares so easily. Oh, well. Humming again as she walked around his counter, the tom pulled himself back, into a more professional position. His lips quirked at the wink and then he turned his attention to the rest of the camp. A true businessman was prepared to sell to any customer, but of course, he knew his crowd. FallClan had a variety of cats--nitwits, prisses, by-the-books, normies, etc.--and none of them were off-limits. Still, as his eyes scanned his clanmates, he decided he wanted to work a little. "No one in particular," he mewed. "But the last time I did this, I traded with a couple of kits and a white fluff-ball that ate up everything I said like it came from StarClan itself. Booooriiiiiing!" He swayed dramatically as if he might fall over and then muttered, "A challenge would be nice."
It was as if Starclan themselves had been listening in on the conversation, as soon after Treasurecove spoke, Glaniur made his way over. He had intended on perhaps wandering over to another clan, or maybe just finding a quiet place for him to sit. Lately, the camp was always busy, with warriors constantly streaming in and out and kits bounding all over the place. It was really becoming a headache, and Glaniur had half a mind to leave the clan and continue on his endless journey, but with this many cats, there had to be some sort of entertainment boiling under the surface and waiting to erupt.
As he made his way to the exit of camp, however, his attention was captured by Treasurecove's makeshift shop. Oh, now that was interesting. A little detour wouldn't hurt, now, would it?
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 31, 2020 3:40:30 GMT -5
Smoketwirl eyed the warrior as he eyed Treasurecove’s stand. “This one looks promising.” She whispered to her friend, leaning to the side so he could hear her. The she-cat quickly smoothed down her black pelt and gracefully bounced to her paws, approaching Glaniur with an easy smile and the catnip still hanging out of her mouth. She was honestly quite the sight. “Hello there! Interested in browsing my friend’s store here? There are some really rare collections in his stock that will make you the envy of the clan.” She greeted. Her voice was warm and smooth like honey and her pale eyes danced with excitement and promise. “Why don’t you come take a look?” She motioned with her tail, leading the other warrior back to the makeshift counter where Treasurecove was seated.
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 31, 2020 4:10:38 GMT -5
Glaniur was exactly what he was looking for! Even without having spoken to the warrior and relying on observations alone, Treasurecove knew he'd be a challenge. Oh, how he'd love to hug Smoketwirl right now he was so ecstatic. But alas, now was not the time. He had to think; formulate a good business plan so that he could be ten steps ahead. Not wanting to overwhelm Glaniur quite yet, he only hummed as they began their approach. Pale green eyes scanned over his leaf-wrapped wares as he thought over which might be the best for this particular customer. He ran a paw down the center bundle with a smirk cutting across his face. This one perhaps?
Now they were in front of him and as he looked up to greet the pair, he schooled his features back into a friendly smile. "Welcome! A lovely day for a little shopping isn't it?" he said in a sing-song voice. "In my collection, there's an item for everyone and since you've come today, you must be looking for something. So, tell me... What might that be?"
