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Foxstar slipped out of the medicine cat's den non-chalantly. This time, he had actually been in there for a reason: it was the big day, and he needed an extra breathing treatment to prepare for all of the festivities. Unfortunately for Sunveins, that meant that both of them had to be up at sunrise, otherwise he just wouldn't have time to get everything together. He still didn't think he was going to be able to get all of the supplies ready for this evening's festivities, which was why he knew he couldn't do it alone. Most of the leads had been given tasks for the morning to get the party ready, but he'd specifically left one without duties. He padded over to where the trappers slept, padding right in like he owned the place. His gaze slid over all of the sleeping bodies, before he found the one that he was looking for. His newest lead, a cat that he greatly needed to get to know. He padded over to her sleeping body quietly as not to disturb the other cats. When he made it over to her, he prodded her gently with his paw. "Nymphflurry? It's time to get up," he whispered, earning him a glare from another was-sleeping trapper. Oops. "It's important." Well, that was debatable, depending on your definition of important, but preparations for the party were important to him at least.
sunlight i'll make replies to this longer i just have to rush through so i can start the prep post for the fest
Nymphflurry was up on her feet in half a second, staring at the tom with wide green eyes. After a moment, the shock subsided and she relaxed. "Foxstar! It's good to see you!" Someone shushed her, and she jumped. "Oh, oopsie. Guess we should go outside." With three well-placed leaps, the black and orange she-cat was out in the early morning air. "I'm glad you woke me, honestly. I was oversleeping as it is." Nymphflurry had only gone to sleep three hours earlier, absorbed in crafting some new stick lattice for a trap she was designing, but she had long ago adjusted to a minimal amount of sleep.
"So, the solstice party is tonight, right?" She chattered, her eyes wandering the camp compulsively to see if anything was out of place. "Your first one too. Are you nervous? I would be. Then again, no one would ever put in charge of party planning, so I guess I'll never have to worry about that! Where are we heading now?"
"Oversleeping?" the tom asked, his eyes wide. "That might be the first time a cat has ever been grateful I woke them up at the sunrise," he meowed with a slight laugh. "Maybe you could teach the others what an appropriate time to wake up is." The amusement never left his voice as he spoke, his tail tip twitching back and forth.
He followed her gaze to the rest of camp. A few cats were out, but mostly, they stayed tucked in their nests. He couldn't blame them, really. Who would want to be tired for the festivities? "Sure is," he meowed with a nod. "Who would have thought that my second summer solstice alive ever I'd be hosting a mega party? Surely not me." He paused for a moment, offering her a kind smile. "For what it's worth, I don't think anyone should put me in charge of party planning," he purred, before taking a few steps towards the entrance with a flick of his tail for her to follow. "We've got some party supplies to go get and move to location. Shouldn't take too long."
"Other cats just seem to need more sleep than I do," Nymphflurry acknowledged, returning Foxstar's smile with a wide grin. "I'd rather be up and experiencing the world anyway." At the flick of his tail, she moved alongside him, eager to get back out into the territory she loved so dearly.
"You're young but you've got spunk," Nymphflurry said brightly. She was a bit older than Foxstar, around two and a half years old. "Youth often brings innovation. I'm sure the party will be great- oh, and the leadership thing, too. That'll be great." The she-cat's gaze drifted again as they left camp, scanning the trees and the undergrowth for any new flowers, new locations to put a trap in the future. It took her a long moment to shake her reverie and respond to his last comment. "What kind of party supplies? Are we crafting flower arrangements?" She prided herself on her ability to craft a variety of arrangements- from natural, to mask a trap, to exceedingly beautiful, to draw cats into a trap.
"Oh?" he asked, slightly curious. "Well, I guess I can't blame you there," he then meowed with a nod. "So much to do and see, not enough hours in the day to do it all, I've found. Maybe you're onto something with the not needing as much sleep thing."
His ear flicked when she called him young; it wasn't that he was insecure about it, necessarily, but he'd found that most cats used it as an insult. When she continued, he chuckled. "Thanks, I think," he decided. "And I hope so. Lots of cats are out on a limb for me, so if things turn south, well, that just wouldn't be good." They walked in silence for a moment, before nodding. "Something like that, we're on the decorations committee. We need to turn the old boat into something beautiful." His own skills were less strong, but that's why he'd chosen Nymphflurry to accompany him. She was one of the best fits for the job.
When they arrived at the meadow, Foxstar tilted his head. "I haven't been able to decide if I want a color scheme or if we should just pick whatever looks nice and call it a day. Thoughts?"
Nymphflurry was many things, but the one thing she was best at was her work. The glimmer in her eyes turned into a full shine as Foxstar spoke, detailing the work she'd be doing for the party. "You absolutely need a color scheme!" She said with the utmost conviction, sweeping her gaze over the meadow. "Summer, summer- I'm thinking reds, oranges, yellows, and blues. Plenty of wildgrass to tie it all together. Do you want garlands? We'll need sticks for that. Ohhhh, why didn't you tell me ahead of time? I would've brought six more cats out here to collect it all."
"Nevermind that, though! We can get it done between the two of us." Nymphflurry was shifting back and forth on her front feet, her mind whirling a mile a minute. "Let's start with sunflowers, zinnias, clematis, marigold, and brown-eyed susans. If you want, I can rig up a device with a tripwire that scatters flower petals when the first cats arrive. Or is that too much?"
