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Now that was a question he liked to consider, and it gave him an excuse to drown out the silence. His pale green gaze shifted out of focus as the gears turned in his head, the spark of an idea racing through him, turning slowly, until with a grin he caught hold of it. "If we can't find honey, we can use some of that thick mud from down by the swamp. It should be sticky enough and once it dries maybe it'll be hard enough to hold its shape too!"
“Maybe...” she pondered. Violetstar wondered where the tom got such ideas from. Was he like a parent? Or perhaps the off-colored fish of the family? she began to think back, attempting to remember his exact linage.
"Worth a try! Or do you think we should try something else?" Wyverndelirium frowned. He was no stranger to inventions, so he liked to think he knew what he was doing... but he had never really successfully made anything, so who was he to shoot down an idea?
His eccentricity, certainly, was his own. His parents didn't have the same obsessions, nor his littermates and nieces and nephews, or any cousins that he had met. His head was in the clouds, leaping from far-fetched idea to the next, rarely coming down, while his brother was just the opposite: Chimerahunt had found all of the reality and the grimness that Wy had been spared. His inventions were his alone, though his older sister Thunderstorm did have a lab of sorts, and the others were hardly normal: they may not be inventors, but his brother-in-law, mother, grandfather, and grandmother had all been leaders. He seemed to have none of their greatness or their grace, but he hardly minded.
“I think I’d just like to watch and see what happens. I’m quite interested in how it will turn out.” Violetstar was new to these type of things. She was only just finding out about the feline’s love for inventions and little quests to do these things. She enjoyed learning things about the cats that she was over, even if she had get a bit of hurt in her heart that they had left before.
“Don’t get your hopes up, it usually doesn’t work at all,” he reassured her with a fond grin. It was a good mental exercise and gave him time and space to think, so while he enjoyed building the inventions and trying to help his clan, he didn’t really mind when they soured. He would just bury it and move on to the next project. Maybe that’s why I’ve never succeeded, he mused, then shook his head and bounded onward, hazy green eye scanning as he made his way toward the intersection of the deeper swamps and the river. “Alright, then, let’s find some mud!”
He was rather optimistic, despite his plans never succeeding. It was enough to make the leader raise her brows at the tom. Violetstar gave a small,”Hm.” Before she followed after the tom in this silly search for sticky mud. Just how did he plan to carry the muck? He couldn’t carry it under his chin like moss, or in his mouth... she shook her head.
Naturally that didn't cross his mind once. For an inventor he was rather short-sighted and a poor planner. He led her along with a light hum, skimming the edge of the river and heading on until the shallows turned and swirled thick with mud near the banks. "Perfect! This isn't too bad," he concluded, digging one paw into the mud and grass at the edge of the waters. "It's dense but that's probably a good thing."
Wyverndelirium didn't look upset. Instead, there was an excited gleam in his eye as he sat down and stared into the distance, his green eyes sliding out of focus. "Carry mud in our mouths or fur is too messy, it'll get everywhere, so we need a way to keep it from getting everywhere. We could wrap it in leaves.. but they might just sink below the surface. We could roll prey in the mud, but then nobody will want to eat them, and that would be a waste..."
"What about leaves? We'd have to explore a while to find some wide maple leaves though and then we'd have to wrap the mud but that would be messy too... what about pine trees? Or spruce?" His gaze flashed up to meet hers, gleaming. "We can break off little branches from the conifers and roll; them in mud, then carry them by the stick! The mud should stick between the needles!"
