The Colony Lego Adventure, (Open)

[Smudgepaw]

Smudge

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"Here…" Nightingale had said, pushing a small rock towards her daughter. "Keep yourself out of trouble. Make a tower." And that's what Smudge was doing. A pile of small pebbles lay scattered around the young she-cat's paws; sitting haphazardly in front of her was a 'tower' of rocks, tilting precariously to one side. It was the she-cat's third attempt. Sticking her tongue out, Smudge gently places another rock on top, heterochromatic gaze squinting. Fortunately, the structural integrity of the she-cat's tower is perfect — the unsteady pile of rocks stays upright.

"Okay, okay…! But, uh…I think it needs to be taller." She says to herself. So far, it reaches the tortoiseshell she-cat's chest; Smudge looks down at the assortment of rocks, and gently picks up a tiny, jagged pebble.

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[SABLESTAR]

It is a miracle anyone still has the ability to push aside the tensions to instead indulge in this childish joy. The weight of every voice that rose beside his sat heavy on his mind. Like a flood they broke through at every direction, and he struggled to keep his head above them all, trying to rack his mind around what to do next. Juniper still found faith in all this madness, why couldn't he?

Sable's gaze lingered on Smudge as she fought against gravity to finish the fool's task her mother gave her. Nightinggale must be out in another vain attempt to feed the two, he wondered if she would find the same success Smudge was. "Looks like a breeze is coming through..." The tuxedo said with a not very sneaky approach, crouched in his walk towards the she-cat. "How strong do you think your tower is?" Sable loudly breathed in his next inhale, teasing her as he blew down the highest stone. "Oops, that's no good..."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
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  SABLE— he/him ･sixty-two moons ･colonist ; no clan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Chanterelleseeker]

It was a rather clever tactic, to distract the young mind by giving a pointless task. Smudge could be put to better use she supposes, such as a pointless search for food. Even if the she-cat was young, she was of mind to think that right now in the midst of hunger any paws could help. Chanterelle blames her bitterness on the pang of hunger that strikes her stomach. Ever present scowl deep faltering for a moment to a flicker of a smile as she silently watches the tortoiseshell's attempts to make a tower.

Maybe these skills could be useful, she considers what they might do when the weather turns cold. Smudge could be practical then, there was a very real possibility that Nightingale knew what she was doing then. "Do you think you would be able to achieve that without knocking it over?" There's curiosity somewhere in her careful meow. The blue tabby tilts her head as she picks up a tiny pebble. Nothing seems to deter her, though the older she-cat does think about suggesting finding a smoother stone. There is no attempt to hide the flicker of her tail in irritation as Sable approaches.

The crouched walk he carried indicated nothing but trouble, a faux eyebrow is raised as she keeps her eye on the tom. She huffs at the immature action, an idea for retribution follows swiftly. "Surely you could help her make it stronger, Sable?" With a flick of her ear, golden eyes shift between the stones to the two cats gathered.

"You don't look like you have anything better to do, maybe you can make it... Breeze proof." It's a cautious suggestion, wanting to tow a friendly line. She offers a smile to soften the insult she has given to his time.

 

[Smudgepaw]

Smudge

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"Hm…?" Smudge looks up, and sees Chanterelle. "I mean, duh…it's okay, see?" She says with a self-assured smile, and gently places the pebble on top; so far, it's fine. But slowly, as the tortoiseshell she-cat plans her next move — Smudge's heterochromatic gaze lingers on the scattered pile of rocks around her feet — she begins to see the problem: it's going to be difficult to place another rock on top. The jagged pebble sits at an awkward angle.

Suddenly, a gruff voice interrupts the she-cat's thoughts, and Smudge whips around. "Hey––!" It's Sable, and he's getting dangerously close to her tower. It doesn't take a genius to see what he's up to, and with a high-pitched squeel, Smudge shoves both of her paws into his dumb, stupid face. "Stop it!" The tortoiseshell she-cat looks at Chanterelle, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you crazy? His paws are too big. This takes a…a lot of uh, hm…precision?"​