Open Event Camp RC treasure hunt at the two leg camp // open

[Wavesong]

{$title} Those twolegs sure seem to enjoy cooking their weird fresh-kill over little fires! They leave some behind, ripe for the taking. Are you interested enough to take a bite?

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Sharp eyes were fixated upon the camp ahead, ears pricked and whiskers twitching at the mouth-watering scent that drifted on the breeze. Cooked fish. Her stomach gave a rumble fierce enough to rival the river's current. It felt like forever since she'd tasted such a thing, warm, smoky, soft against the tongue. Her old sea captain had often shared morsels like that with her back in the day, tiny bits of perfection that had made every storm-tossed voyage worth it. Especially the salmon, ah, stars above, the salmon!

For a heartbeat, the memory swept her away, the crack of waves against the hull, the sea-spray on her face, laughter carried by the wind as her captain handed her a share of freshly cooked fish. Then, with a small shake of her head, Wavesong pulled herself back to the present. There was no ship now, only forest, clanmates, and a seemingly abandoned twoleg camp that smelled of smoke and salt. " A'ight. " she murmured, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous grin as she looked to those gathered beside her. " Stay close t'me, ye hear? We'll have us a lil' taste o' these fish, cause aye, they're fish, an' they're good, but we move careful. We don't want t'alarm any twolegs if they come back early. " Her tail flicked in emphasis, voice low but playful.

The camp lay eerily still. The twolegs were gone, but their scent clung stubbornly to the ground, thick and strange. She recognized some of the remnants scattered around, bright fabrics, metal tools, blackened stones that still reeked faintly of fire. It stirred another half-memory in her mind, of tales told by the shore. " Ain't this what they do once a season? " she murmured. " Some kinda... Tradition. Can't recall the word no more... " Her gaze returned to the glistening scraps of fish near the cold ashes of the firepit. She licked her lips, crouching low, every muscle coiled.

" Slow an' steady wins th'race. " she whispered to the others, eyes glinting like sunlight on water. Step by step, she crept toward the prize, the promise of warmth, food, and maybe a story to tell later by the riverside. After this, they'd hunt their fill. The river would provide, as it always did, but for now? For now, she'd take this small blessing from the sea and stars alike.

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41 MOONS

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook waited alongside Wavesong, one of the few warriors she was able to recognize on first glance thanks to her presence on that first patrol that met them on the river, watching for any sign of the Twolegs they could scent. Brook may have been a kittypet, but that did not mean he was friendly with every Twoleg that crossed his path! Plus, he was a Clan cat now, which meant he needed to not engage with Twolegs as she would have before.

No more chin scratchies, but a lot more freedom. Probably would end up a fair trade, he supposed.

As Wavesong spoke, he tried to remember the term he referred to, but none of his Twolegs had ever gone to the river this time of year. They *did* decorate their nest and kits would come by for little treats, but this idea of fires by the river was unfamiliar.

"Wish I could tell ya, Wavesong," she mewed softly. "All I remember is something called 'trick or treat.' But I don't think it's this." Though, the scent of the grilled fish was certainly a treat - hopefully there'd be no tricks for the little patrol! Brook crept low to the ground and followed behind the warrior, ears swivelling in search of danger. He nearly stepped on a toasty stone, whisking his paw away in shock, causing the cat to tumble into one of the sticks with the remains of a fish.

It fell into the fire's remains, sizzling and stinging her nose with the burning smell. Well, couldn't let that go to waste! He clamped his jaw around the stick, pulling it out of the fire and through the dirt. Ugh, gross! He started pawing at the top of the fish leftovers, trying to get the dirt off the remaining flesh.

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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.

 

[Eelbrook]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Kuhli was naturally curious about what the young people were up to, though they wouldn't admit it in front of the clan cats, since they weren't a kittypet anymore. Instead they joined Wavesong (well, they joined Brook who joined Wavesong) in an expedition to get some of the cooked fish the humans have left to cool, or whatever it is that they were doing with them.

"My twolegs were too old to follow a silly tradition like this." they joined the conversation. "Though I do recall that they would often get a lot of children visitors for one night during leaf-fall and they would give them lots of strange-smelling trinkets." Kuhli thought they understood a lot of things, but this wasn't one of them. They did enjoy brushing against the human children and getting pets though, even if sometimes it would get too much and they would hide in their favorite bed, not wanting to be disturbed.

When Brook stumbled and crashed into one of the fish sticks, Kuhli rushed to his side. "Are you okay?" Brook seemed fine, already scooping out the burning fish, the acrid and smoky smell filling the air. Kuhli wondered if the fish would still be edible - though, it seemed to them that only the surface burned and the meat inside might still be fine. "I think it's still worth bringing back to camp." they decided, though they didn't doubt Brook would come to the same conclusion.

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[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong glanced back at the ones who had followed her, a light grin curling at her muzzle. Right, trick or treat, that was what Brook had called it. And sweet things, aye, she remembered those too. Tiny twoleg kits being given treats, faces painted and eyes bright with laughter. It had been moons ago, back when she was younger and wilder herself. Maybe this wasn't quite the same thing, though... Maybe it was.

Before she could think more on it, Brook stumbled forward with an excited yelp, bumping one of the cooked fish straight into the dirt, but thankfully, out of the fire. Wavesong's whiskers twitched with amusement. " Th'execution coulda been a bit better, but ye got th'prize. " she teased lightly, a twinkle of fondness in her eyes. Stars above, Brook looked so much like Pikestar, it was almost uncanny. She wondered what all could come from this in the coming weeks.

At Kuhli's suggestion that it was worth taking back to camp, she nodded firmly. " Aye, we can still bring it back. Let th'clan have a wee taste o'cooked fish, no doubt some'll find it strange, but I reckon they'll not complain once they smell it. " With a careful swish of her tail, she padded forward, deftly hooking her paw beneath the fish that still sizzled above the fire. The skin flaked easily, the scent rich and strange, but not unpleasant. She lifted it clear of the flames and turned back to her companions, eyes glimmering with satisfaction.

" Seems our luck's held strong, ye two. " she purred, setting the fish down to cool. " But best we make our way outta this twoleg camp now, no tellin' when they'll come wanderin' back. Let's take our prize an' go before th'stars change their minds. "

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41 MOONS

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[Brookstorm]

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"No worries, Kuhli! I'm totally fine," she said to her sibling, flicking them with her tail gently.

Brook grinned to Wavesong as she took the cooked fish off the stick, the taste of it against her tongue causing her mouth to salivate.

He knew that cats in a Clan needed to help feed the others, but damn this would be a treat, huh?

"Thanks, Wavesong!" she mewed. The warrior was patient and enjoyable to be around, and she appreciated her willingness to spend time with her and Kuhli. "It's too bad this'll have to be a special rare treat- cooked fish is so yummy!" He pranced over to Wavesong's side, purring loudly. He looked over to Kuhli, pride in her eyes. Their little patrol was a success! Wait until Pikestar saw!

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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.

 

[Eelbrook]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Kuhli felt a little embarrassed at not finding anything to bring back themself, but Wavesong was right - they better leave before the humans spot them stealing their food. Less food is always better than a cat injured or missing.

And yet, as Kuhli breathed in, a whiff of something else caught their attention. They turned around and spotted one of those flat stones that humans eat food with, resting on a log. They walked a little closer, to get a better look, and sure enough, found a prize of their own! It was no cooked fish, but leftover bones with a bit of skin and meat still attached, something the humans have no desire eating for some reason. Kuhli felt sure that at least someone back at camp would appreciate the food - and if not, them and Brook surely would!

"I fwound thish" they chirped through their occupied mouth at the others, eyes glinting. "Delicshioush!"

Now they were finally ready to leave, with something to show for their attendance.

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[Galerunner Galerunner]

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Gale was certainly not the most comfortable near the twoleg encampment, and it showed in how he hung back as the others delved in to the strangely scented fish ahead. He watched with furrowed brows, though there was something about the charred flesh that tugged at his stomach… It shook his head firmly, knocking such strange, hungry thoughts away from the forefront of his mind. With gentle, sneaking steps, the apprentice finally slid out of the reeds.

"…Are you sure this is the safest prey to consume?" It muttered uneasily, looking from Wavesong to the two newer cats. He had surely seen them before, grown familiar with the ways they were not quite like Pikestar, and yet he could not help but give them an unsettled glance. "I have heard the Twolegs are not to be trusted…" He wrinkled his nose at the crisp carcasses of the fish. "…And have a tendency to try to poison what they deem as 'Pests'… The birds have fallen prey to it before, anyhow." Though, perhaps his warning had come too late… surely Jingle had something for poisons within his stash.

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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 11 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
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[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

.

A twinkle danced in Wavesong's eyes, and she chuckled as she gave her head a playful shake. " Aye, a wee treat, that's what this is. Even th'finest fishes o' RiverClan deserve a nibble o'indulgence now an' again, aye? " she purred with clear mirth. She glanced to Brook with a sly grin. " Best not t'go makin' a habit of it, though. Two legs can be strange folk, but fer now... I'd say our little mission be a grand success. " Wavesong held up her prize proudly, the scent rich and warm beneath her whiskers.

Her attention shifted to Kuhli, tail flicking with approval. " Cooked meat, a fine catch indeed! This'll be a treat t'bring home to th'Clan. " Then Galepaw spoke, and Wavesong listened with a subtle swell of pride. He was sharp and sensible, a good head on his shoulders. She leaned closer, voice softer but serious beneath the purr. " Aye, it's odd. It'll always be odd, findin' prey already cooked. Yer clever mind is right, caution keeps ye breathin'. If it ain't fresh from tooth or fire... Then ye think twice. " A brief shadow crossed her face, the memories of monsters that walked on two paws and the cruel tricks they were capable of. Poison... traps... Loss.

But she forced her smile back up like sunlight after a storm. " This one's clean, I promise ye. An' I'm glad ye pay heed, a warrior must protect 'emselves as much as others. " She gave Galepaw a gentle shoulder bump, pride warm in her chest. " Now, up ye get, guppy. We'll bring supper home before it loses its steam! " she chirped, voice bright once again as she took the lead. Her paws carried her forward with purpose, heart purring as strong as the river's endless flow.

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42 MOONS

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// wave is out and headed back to camp!

 

[BAYHOWL]

Bayhowl sees no issue in taking anything from the Twolegs. Sure, whatever they find here will be easy prey, but one must always be on top of their paws and look for opportunities like this—especially when the frost is about to settle in. Plus, he never quite trusted those skinless creatures... some of them appear nice, but Bayhowl scarcely trusted their intentions. Others are downright cruel. He avoids them whenever he can.

This is not one of those instances. Bayhowl makes sure to be quiet as he follows the makeshift patrol, eyes darting to and fro. He leaves the prize-catching to those who are more willing to try; he remains on guard.

It's just their luck that the camp is deserted long enough for Wavesong, Brookstorm, and Kuhli to emerge successfully. Still, he can't help a comment,

"Let's not burn our whiskers off for this. Even free prey isn't worth that much."

His eyes are piercing as he watches Brookstorm drag the "catch" further back and into proper safety. At least Khuli seems positive about its use, despite its state—and Bayhowl will take their suggestion at face value, considering their experience with Twolegs.

Just as the patrol begins heading back, Bayhowl grows interested in Galepaw's view. Seems like the young cat shares his beliefs.

"Twolegs are a shady bunch,"

he says, oblivious (perhaps intentionally so) to the fact that multiple cats around him either trust the Twolegs, or have been "owned" by them. He thinks they can't fault him for being cautious and distrustful. Bayhowl waits for Wavesong to bound ahead before indulging Galepaw.

"You've seen them poison birds before?"

Morbid curiosity strikes him. Had Galepaw eaten a poisoned bird before?

 

[Eelbrook]

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Kuhli couldn't believe what they were hearing - not to be trusted? Poison? Galepaw seemed to be describing completely different creatures than Kuhli had known all their life.

"I don't know what kind of experience you have, but..." they lashed their tail, perhaps more irritated than they intended to look. "I've never had any bad experiences with twolegs!"

Their elders had been kind and caring, giving Kuhli freedom to do whatever they wanted, and shelter when they decided to come back. Only giving them the best food and making their life as comfortable as they could. Nothing about that sounded like whatever Galepaw had been describing. Kuhli was of course not as naive as they may have looked, they knew there were bad twolegs as well, just like there were bad cats and bad any and all kinds of creatures.

"Perhaps some twolegs are not to be trusted... but most of them are nice!" Yeah okay, maybe Kuhli got a bit too defensive, but they couldn't just stay silent when the clan cats talked about twolegs as if they were monsters...

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