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It was a nice evening on the shore, the sun was growing close to the horizon, and the clouds where nowhere to be seen. Patches of melting snow dotted the beach, with the sand exposed, Daisyspots could finally start his treasure hunter tasks. He scraped through the sand pushing it this way and that.
He felt blessed he was on the shore alone, how unsightly he must look. Sand clung to his pelt, packed under his claws, and stuck to his wet nose. He had been here for a while, it was easier than being in the clan, not many understood him, but he still loved them all dearly. He could make due with being by himself, it was the loneliness that was really getting to him.
Scrape! His nails scraped against something metal, "Here we go!" He mewed exitedly. He pushed and pulled the sand around the object, it seemed much larger than he expected. The part he has unburied was flat with a slight curve, bit it had a long wooden pole that seemed to go deeper into the sand... " Dang it, i might need to get some to help." The spotted Tom was frustrated. Deciding to leave it there and come back with another treasure hunter later he continued to snoop through the wet snowy sand.
Despite not being a Treasure Hunter himself, it wasn't uncommon to see Buttercuphop scrounging the beaches alongside or just after them, picking up whatever remained and whatever he could use. Why wasn't he one, they'd ask, and he would simply say: because he didn't want to be! Instead, it was a hobby, though he was sure the extra help was appreciated.
The last of the winter chill was finally leaving, giving way to longer days, shorter nights, and slightly warmer waters, if at all, and it was then when he found himself on the edge of the shore, eyes watching the water before him, oblivious to Daisyspots just a distance away. He'd been looking around for at least an hour and nothing had caught his interest, save for the strap of an old twoleg watch that he had no use for, and it was starting to get boring. Buttercup was bored. So he stood off, flicked the sand from his paws and brushed what was in his fur, turning to walk back up the shore and head home, before he spotted his brother, distracted by something in the ground. His eyes lit up, and he began a trot over, only slowing and swerving upwards, so he could appear behind him. It would only take a single look over Daisy's shoulder for him to be spotted, but Buttercup was confident.
After hovering just behind Daisyspots for a moment, moving whenever he moved to stay there, he finally reached out a delicate white paw and tapped him on the shoulder, "BOO!" He yelled, moving in beside him, "did I scare you?" He stared down at the shiny thing in the sand, noting the claw mark that his brother had, regretably, left on it. "Ooooh, for me? You shouldn't have! You're so kind," he smiled teasingly, but it was all light-hearted.
Daisyspots screeched leaping forward away from the sudden scare, practically flying out of his fur. With a huff he whipped around to see his brother standing over the twolage shovel. “You can’t sneak up on me like that! I thought I was a goner!” He shook out his pelt sand scatttering everywhere.
Ooooh, for me? You shouldn’t have! You’re so kind. he blinked at Buttercuphop’s words, the playfulness flying right over his head. “Um, n-no. It’s for the whole clan.” He stated blandly as he flattened out the rest of his coat. Pausing for a second, feeling like he might have been rude “I mean! Unless you do need it for one of your inventions. It could probably make a good trap!” He patted it with his paw like a proud father. He had seen a male twoleg do it to monsters before and thought it looked cool.“ This beauty is a bit stuck though.” It was at such an angle it would take time to dig the other end out, he wanted to pull it out but he couldn’t do it alone. “Seen any rope around here?” He had mostly forgotten the scare he was given. He decided he would get revenge later.
He laughed, too busy leaning down and examining the object to say anything else, and even after Daisyspot's response he let it sit. When he tried to scoop the sand away from the edges, it fell back into place like liquid. It was almost soothing. He drew his paw back and shook it off of the wet sand, finally glancing at his brother. "Indeed it is a beauty! Honestly, I don't know how twolegs can stand to leave all this good stuff along here," he shrugged, "more for us though, right?" With a slight nudge, he bounced away and examined it from afar, tilting his head as if it would give him any ideas.
"A rope? No, dude, we don't need a rope. Nothing a little strength can't do — watch." Buttercup approached it again, stared the shovel down like it had challenged him before feeling for what he thought was the edge of the spade, digging his paw through the sand. He pulled up, claws scrambling at the surface, strained with the weight of the shovel and the sand combined until they slipped past it, popping free. He stumbled.
Buttercup cleared his throat, already marching off down the beach, "I think there might be a rope somewhere near the docks. We can use that."
Daisy rolled his eyes watching his brother as he tried his paw at getting it out. He tried to keep some of the sand at bay, the wetness helping a bit. Watching buttercup stumble backwards made him laugh, he sat back giggling at the attempt. I think there might be rope somewhere near the dock. Daisy stifled his laughter, a single tear had welled up in one of his eyes. “ I’ll keep that to myself if you don’t tell anyone how high I jumped” he chuckled trotting after.
Padding up to the dock he sniffed around until he found a rope, but it looked much to flimsy to be use full, it was quite long though. “ what do you think?” He mewed. “See anything better?” Maybe if the doubled up it would work, though he did want something better.
"Oh fine, you've got a deal. You know how difficult my reputation is to keep afloat," he shook his head, tsked, and sent a grin.
The half bridges greeted them by standing tall, the bridge itself propped up on large, thick wooden legs, splintering with age, offering a chilling shade. It smelled of old wood and salt water. He scanned the edges first, lifting rocks until finally he clambered up onto the uneven boards beside his brother, examining the rope he had found. The edges were flayed, as were areas in the middle of it. He groaned.
"Well that can't lift it all on it's own — but we could loosen it with something first. Like a stick." He jumped down, surprisingly graceful, and landed amidst the rocks and sand, padding back to their treasure. "We can probably find one off beach. I think all the ones here have been cleaned up anyway." Buttercup slowed, waiting for his brother to catch up, "and then the goods will be ours! Or something. If Summerclan doesn't need it I call dibs though."
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 13, 2022 21:40:11 GMT -5
Leaping after his brother with the rope tattered rope in tow he nodded. “What do you think we could make with it?” He mewed curiously as he caugh up. “A snow launcher would be fun!” He chuckled at the idea of sending a massive pile of snow at his siblings, better yet the confused looks of enemy cats would be amazing. “ I can see it now!” The shock on some cats face as they pop out of a surprise snow pile!” He was only half joking, it sounded fun.
As they stepped away from the beach, Daisyspots shook his paws out awkwardly as he walked, flicking sand off his feet. “ I’m going to have sand between my toes for a whole moon.” He complained wrinkling his nose. “As soon as we get our prize I’m getting a good bath.”
"A snow launcher, huh? When all the snow's melting?" He nodded vigorously, "I can see it too — next year!" He laughed, nudged his brother again, this time with his nose, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But I do think it would make a nice hat."
The ground solidified beneath them, sand fading into rocks, dirt, and grass, almost a relief. He shook sand out of his pelt. "You're telling me — look at the state of me, it's tragic!" Buttercuphop prided himself on his fur, keeping the bright orange as clean and neat and soft as he could — and no, he wouldn't give the skincare routine to anybody. It was almost a wonder how, considering how often he was out near the beaches or in the forests. He paused for a moment, looked left and right until he decided on a way to go (the left, obviously, it was the only correct option).
"There should be something around here. Remember: it has to be sturdy but not too heavy because we need to lift it. And make sure there's no bugs."
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 16, 2022 22:21:46 GMT -5
Daisyspots let out a chuckl as he imagined his brother wearing it on his head. “A very interesting hats!” He purred. “I’m sure you’re fur will survive.” He teased. Giving himself a good shake, he trotted up to the base of a nearby tree. Pulling at the bracken at the base. “So, are we going to use the stick to pry it out of the sand?” He mewed curiously, “while we pull with the rope?” He not finding any good sticks he moved on to the other side.
Buttercup kept his nose close to the ground, eyes scanning the area just ahead as he looked for the perfect stick, still answering Daisy as he got further away. "Pretty much, yeah! We'll loosen it up with the stick and get it uncovered, and then fully get it out with the rope — plus it makes it easier to drag around."
He gave a brief shout, moving ahead and clasping his jaw around a large stick, dragging it as far as he could before getting tired. Yes, he was incredibly strong. "Help!" He called, words incredibly muffled. "I got one."
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 18, 2022 11:58:01 GMT -5
Perking his ears at his brothers words, he bounded over and grabbed the other side helping to pull the large stick along. “I thought we where looking for a stick not a log!” He mumbled sarcastically, {I was going to write something here but it didn’t come out right so} He stumbled awkwardly as he drug his end of the stick along. When they get to the sand he could feel the weight of the branch sinking his paw farther into the sand, he felt like an awkward kit again learning how to walk.
He only shrugged as Daisy picked up one end of the stick, directing them rather clumsily towards the beach once more, paws feeling the ground before him just in case there were any rocks in the way. The slope was more difficult, leaving Buttercup to take most of the weight just to keep them both steady, and he was almost relieved when the flat, shifting sand hit his toes.
Finally, he could see the familiar glint of their treasure, he motioned for Daisyspot's to drop his end of the branch, doing the same just so it wouldn't drop and kick up more sand than necessary. "Okay! Okay," he hummed, shifting the stick so it sat vertically and moving some sand away to get a clearer view. He tucked it into the sand, pushing the branch as far as he could and hoping it had arranged itself in the right place.
"Hold on!" He shouted suddenly, looking around wildly, "where's the rope? Oh, right there." He turned back to the stick. "Here's to this. . . working!" He pushed on the end of the stick.
He watched as buttercup shuffled the stick to its spot, positioning himself getting ready to pull, as buttercup pushed the stick, daisy pulled with all he had on the rope, feeling the sand sliding beneath his paws. With a great shift in the sand the opposite end of the shovel flipped up out of the ground, sending the spotted Tom backwards with the rope. He landed on his back with a thud.
Daisy spat the rope out scrambling to his paws, he had accepted his sandy pelt, giving a quick shake. “ one, very unique, hat my dear brother!” He mewed out of breath. “Thanks, I never would have gotten that on my own.” He bumped his shoulder into his brother with a smile. He inspected the handle of the tool. “It’s interesting. Twolegs have some strange things.” He remembered the small figures he found one day. “ I once found some dog shaped objects. What could twolegs possibly do with something like that? Battle strategy?” He imagined the hairless creatures planning a war with the little figures. “ I gave them to some kits to play with…”
Buttercup cheered, letting the stick fall into the crevice of sand and bouncing over to inspect the object. He tapped the silver head of it, eyes squinting curiously. One, very unique, hat my dear brother! He laughed. "Yes indeed, dear sir! Yes, indeed!"
He sat back and shrugged. "Like a shovel of some sorts, but I'm not used to seeing them made out of stuff like this. Usually they're smaller and more colourful. We can hardly carry this thing, wonder what we can use it for."
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 22, 2022 12:05:38 GMT -5
Daisy inspected the shovel, he still had the snow launcher on his mind but he shook his head, as if to rid himself of the idea. He pressed his paw onto the handle, it had come loose a bit from there efforts to free it from the sand. “Maybe we could,” he thought of giving it to the garden to use. “no it’s way to big for one cat to use. “ one could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. “Maybe, no…” ideas came to him quickly, but vanished just as fast. His mind buzzing. Giving the handle another test. “We could use the handle as reinforcement in camp and attach our sad rope to the blade of it to make a sled? To move lots of supplies?” He looked to buttercup for approval of his idea.
