Open Prompt Territory RC Sweet like honey, sweet like a summer's day! // Strange Leaves

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

{$title} Strange shiny leaves (candy wrappers) are scattered about the twoleg camp. Will you take them as a keepsake or consider finding a use for them? They do have a strange smell after all, and they don't quite crinkle like other leaves.

———————————————— Everything she's ever known is gone, gone, gone. ✦

Another day, another patrol. She had to be dragged along for these at this rate, but she wasn't about to argue with Russetfall. They were once again heading to the twoleg camp. The council seemed apprehensive of twolegs on the territory, but honestly? Thunderpaw was just looking forward to running into the kittypets or maybe finding something tasty...

But as the patrol wandered into the twoleg den-riddled area, something did catch her eye. Not a trinket as she thought, but... Shiny leaves? Thunderpaw tilted her head as the light shone off the things, eyes glittering in kind. She padded towards the trail of the glimmering little things, reaching out a paw and crunching one underpaw. It didn't crunch as well as some of the leaves about camp, but it was crinkly enough to scratch the itch in her brain.

Distant enough, she turned to return to Russetfall's side, only for her face to knit in confusion, wiggling her paw about as the leaf stuck to her paw. "What in Starclan?" She muttered, watching the thing fall off her pawpaw. Sniffing it curiously, it smelled... Sweet? Not quite like honey, but something close enough to it.

She could be foolish, but not enough to try eating the weird leaf; instead, she turned to her mentor and called out. "Russetfall? Have you seen these shiny leaves before? They smell kinda sweet and they're sticky like honey too." She pressed her paw to another one nearby, holding out her paw as it stuck there for a couple of seconds before fluttering to the ground. "See! What'd you think they're used for?"

—————— Everyone she's ever loved

is gone, gone, gone. ——————

• Tagging @Russetfall, but anyone can reply!!
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  Thunderpaw
  ✦—Riverclan apprentice | 12 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky cinnamon sealpoint molly with long curled ears and cold blue eyes.
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[Poseidon]

POSEIDON

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Poseidon had stopped feeling surprised at the constant presence of the wildcats. Some of them were still scary, but most of them seemed alright, if not a little rude.

But not that one. Poseidon watched the cinnamon molly from afar - he had already met her multiple times and she seemed nice, not looking down on him for being a kittypet, as others had called him. He wasn't sure what to think of it honestly - it wasn't like he chose to live with humans, it was just what he was born into. It's all he's ever known, until now.

But this cat hasn't made him feel inferior, not once. She's always treated him as equal and so he felt a lot less intimidated, perhaps even brave enough to approach her again. It took him a while to gather the courage, but once he did so, it was just in time to hear her ask about the 'shiny leaves' as she had called them. "Oh those..." Poseidon chimed in, hoping he wasn't intruding on a private conversation. "Yeah, they're something like leaves....or perhaps like skin of a fruit? Or a shell?" Poseidon never had to think about describing them before and wasn't sure he knew the words for it. "The twolegs tear them off to reveal a dark fruit inside that they eat joyously." Poseidon used the terms for humans that he knew the wildcats have been using.

He was never allowed to taste the dark fruit, every time he tried, he was either yelled at or pushed away - if it was fear or selfishness, he could never tell. And what was left of the outer layer of the fruit contained only the faint echo of the deliciousness the fruit surely possessed.

 

[Aurora♡ Aurora♡]

I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting, impatient, for me

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" Candy, Poseidon. They're called candy. " came a voice, light with mischief as the elderly molly peered down at the two cats from her perch. Her ear flicked once in amusement. " They're like... Treats, but for two legs. " she explained, before hopping down with surprising grace for her age. She stretched with a long, jaw-cracking yawn, then dipped her head politely to the young cat and the slightly older one beside him. Poseidon she knew well enough, the other two were strangers. Perhaps they belonged to the group she had scented earlier... The same group tied to the kit and those two brave youngsters she had helped when the dog attacked.

" I think they're strictly two leg food. " she went on with a twitch of her whiskers. [color=]" Never once been given one myself. My two legs always had different treats for me and my friend. "[/color] A sharp grin crossed her muzzle, her eyes closing in a moment of amusement. " Ah, sorry, look at me rambling. My manners. " She straightened slightly, offering a warm, welcoming smile. " I'm Aurora. My two legs camp here every year during their travels. " Her gaze swept over the duo, curious but friendly.

" But you two.. You're new, aren't you? I didn't see you last season. "

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[Brookstorm]

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Brookstorm padded up to the group, having done a little circle around the Twoleg camp as part of the patrol. He watched as the two kittypets explained the concept of candy to Thunderpaw. He pawed at one of the sticky leaves the Twolegs would wrap their treats in before bending it and giving it a little sniff.

It didn't really smell like much, and was all crumbled around something inside- gingerly, he took it into his mouth and bit down.

Fuck!

"Hep!" he meowed, the candy inside sticking his teeth together. He pawed at his mouth, trying to unstick it, but in his panic only got more of the nasty substance locking his teeth together.

"Ish shtuck!"

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• ooc: dumb idiot ate someone's pre-chewed gum
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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.