Open Event Territory RC CAW! // scarecrow investigation

[Brookstorm]

{$title} There have been whispers among the kittypets of a twoleg (scarecrow) who never sleeps nor moves from their garden bones. Surely it's a lie. There's no way a twoleg doesn't sleep, right?

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Brook didn't really care whether anyone questioned his interest in the temporary Twoleg camp. After all, even the non-former-kittypets of the Clan would flit over to the Twoleg encampment, curious to find trinkets or gossip with the kittypets that had been brought along.

Brook was no different. The little goodies were tempting, but the gossip even more so. He'd heard a few of them mention a Twoleg nearby the camp, one that stood stock-still day and night. He knew Twolegs were strange, but that was a particularly unique behavior. It stood to reason that she ought to check it out!

Of course, she had to stay on "Pikestar"'s good side during this probation, so she'd gathered a couple other warriors to travel to the weird Twoleg with her. Being on probation didn't stop her from acting as an expert, however.

"Now, I've lived with Twolegs my whole life - and a few different Twolegs at that!" she began. "But I've never, and I mean never heard of a Twoleg who is able to stand still all the time! They get too tired or too agitated. They're always on the move." As they crested a rise in the territory, she spotted the Twoleg in the distance, standing with arms outstretched.

"There it is," he whispered. "Let's be careful, yeah?"

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Kuhli followed Brook and the others to the human encampment looking for the still "twoleg", as the clan cats called them. They were still new to the clan and Kuhli felt a bit intimidated by all the strange faces, so keeping close to Brook made them feel safer. One familiar face in a river of strangers. Of course, Kuhli tried to get to know them all, but that was going to take time - they were determined to fit in though.

"My twolegs were elderly, they would often sit for hours, napping or just drifting away. But they always moved eventually." Kuhli agreed with their sister.

At Brook's warning, Kuhli lowered their ears and stared into the distance - and sure enough, what appeared like a human was standing there, as if waiting for an embrace. Frozen, unmoving, staring ahead of itself. "That sure is strange..." they meowed, not tearing their eyes from the weird creature. "I wonder if it's hunting?"

Just like cats waiting patiently at the water's edge, waiting for a fish to swim close enough. Sometimes that took a lot of patience and they had to stay still, so as to not cause shadows to dance across the water's surface, scaring all the water-dwellers away. But what would a twoleg need to hunt for?

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[pebbledream.'s icon pebbledream. pebbledream.]

PEBBLEDREAM ──

riverclan | warrior​

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Pebbledream isn't usually one to do anything besides busywork - they don't have much interest in anything else, and they're out in the territory hunting or patrolling more often than they are in camp. But with the arrival of these kittypet joiners, not to mention the twoleg camp, there had been stories and rumors of all kinds of things. One of which being the one they now followed behind Brook to see for themself.

Pebbledream is somewhat familiar with twolegs. They were never a kittypet, but they had seen them out near the shipyard a lot when they were younger, either hanging around the shore or out in the water on their weird lake monsters. But a twoleg that never moves? That sounds like a kitten tale their pops would have told them. Pebbledream refuses to believe it unless they see it with their own two eyes.
"Same here," they concede, "I've seen twolegs before, but they've always moved eventually. I've never heard of a twoleg staying perfectly still."
They slow to a stop when they reach this fabled creature, and they peer out at it with narrowed eyes. It definitely looks like a twoleg… and it's certainly standing very still.
Kuhli wonders if it may be hunting, and Pebbledream shakes their head. "I doubt it. How could it possibly expect to blindside any prey when it's standing up so tall? Anything could see it from a fox-leap away, and it's hardly close enough to the water to be watching for fish." Their head tilts to the side as they continue to watch it do… absolutely nothing. "I wonder why its arms are out like that - I don't think I've ever seen a twoleg standing that way. Then again, I don't know anything about their bizarre customs. Maybe I just haven't seen it until now."

a steadfast spirit, never to stall

the vow resounds: honor above all

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook nodded at her companions' statements, watching as the Twoleg's clothes fluttered in the light breeze that crossed the territory. And it still didn't move - didn't shiver or react.

Okay, time to have a little fun.

"Alright, let's get closer - whoever can get the closest to the Twoleg before it moves wins!" He looks to Pebbledream. Usually, he'd use treats or a toy or something as the "prize" for a game, but those sort of things weren't common here in RiverClan.

"Um, Pebbledream, what would be a good prize for the winner? Or punishment for the loser?"

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 43 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Brook wants to get closer to the creepy twoleg?! Kuhli's eyes widened. It was one thing to observe it from a distance, but Kuhli still wasn't convinced the twoleg wouldn't start attacking them. It really looked like it might be hunting, even if it stood in its full height, for everyone to see.

"Um...yeah, haha, what's a good punishment, Pebbledream?" they chuckled nervously, not tearing their gaze from the stoic twoleg. There was something sinister about it. Its pelt was blowing in the wind menacingly and its stare...was it looking at them? Kuhli felt like they could feel its cold gaze piercing right through them, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting cats. "Are you sure about this, Brook?" they whispered to their brother, definitely shaking from the wind and not fear. No, Kuhli wasn't afraid! Nuh-uh.

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[pebbledream.'s icon pebbledream. pebbledream.]

PEBBLEDREAM ──

riverclan | warrior​

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Pebbledream tilts their head as they listen to Brook and Kuhli's words; how curious that they would be keen on making a game out of approaching this twoleg - well, Brook seems excited about it, at least. Kuhli looks akin to a frightened kit just thinking about it. Still, they aren't one to turn down a challenge. If it's a game of bravery they want, then Pebbledream will gladly show them what bravery truly means.

"How about," they suggest, "the loser catches a fish fresh from the river for the winner." It seems fair enough by their standards - they'll have no issue catching something if they lose, and these two could stand to sharpen their fishing skills before the river ices over. An amused smile tugs at the corners of their mouth as Kuhli whispers to their brother, and Pebbledream can't help but feel a bit smug at their own lack of fear. "You don't need to participate if you're too scared."

a steadfast spirit, never to stall

the vow resounds: honor above all

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[Iciclepaw Iciclepaw]

We will call this place our home
The dirt in which our roots may grow
Though the storms will push and pull
We will call this place our home

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Iciclepaw, as ever, was quiet as he followed after Kuhli, Brook, and Pebbledream. His baby-blue eyes were wide and fearful, his tail dragging low against the earth. More often than not, his ears flattened to his skull instead of standing upright. The strange camp unsettled him, it reeked of odd two-leg smells and sharp metallic tangs. Weird contraptions sat like crouched beasts around every corner, all dull and still, yet somehow menacing. Sometimes he caught the faint, bitter scent of dogs on the wind, and each time his paws went cold. Dogs, he thought, his stomach twisting. Please, no dogs. And even the other cats, though less terrifying, made his fur prickle uneasily. What if they were territorial? What if they fought them for being here?

He tried to focus on Brook's voice instead, soft and kind as she spoke of her time with two-legs. Iciclepaw nodded along, eyes thoughtful. He thought he had lived with a two-leg once, too... but his memories came in pieces, drifting like leaves down a stream. He could remember warmth, a gentle hand, the feeling of being loved and then shadows. Loss. He blinked it away and looked toward Kuhli, listening as they explained their life among the elderly two-legs, ones who didn't move around much anymore. Like the elders of the Clans, he thought wistfully, always telling stories in their nests.

When they reached the place where a two-leg stood, his paws froze. His fur stood on end and a visible tremor rippled through him. The giant creature loomed there, motionless but watching, and Iciclepaw's pulse raced so fast he thought it might leap right out of his throat.

Why was it standing there like that? Waiting?

Pebbledream's easygoing comments reached his ears, but they barely registered. He managed a hesitant nod here and there, mostly out of politeness until Brook spoke again.

When she suggested moving closer, Iciclepaw nearly jumped a full tail-length into the air. " W-w-w-what?! " he squeaked, fur puffing out until he looked twice his size. His eyes went round as moons as he stared at her. " Y-you can't... ! T-that could be really dangerous! " His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and his ears burned in embarrassment. Then Pebbledream added that if Kuhli was too scared to join in, they didn't have to participate. The words weren't meant for him, but they still hit like a claw to the chest. He swallowed hard, looking down at his paws.

Somehow, that made him feel even worse.

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