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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 29, 2020 20:52:36 GMT -5
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Ratstar and Dawnmemories decided to steal a pumpkin from some pesky towlegs and hold a scary story contest to see who gets it. Anyone is welcome to participate! If you don't have a story, please feel free to participate in the feast!
Ratstar and Dawnmemories had spent the better part of the afternoon rolling a rather ugly pumpkin across their territory and into camp, the great Fuzzypeach-shaped gourd had been, ahem, acquired from the twolegs. A statement of sorts. The feast was due to start momentarily and poor Dawnmemories couldn't do anything but lean on the pumpkin, her sides heaving. "Phew," she panted, "I didn't think we'd make it back in time, that'll show those twolegs to mess with SummerClan!"
The feast was simply a way to bring the clan together, every cat had hunted until the pile was overflowing, and every cat would eat their absolute fill. It was a bit of a salute to greenleaf and an acknowledgement of the incoming leafbare. Kits barreled past her when she finally bit into a nice mouse as they played mossball with Roachpelt, Twisterdestruction painstakingly arranged leaves and flowers around the pumpkin trophy in an attempt to 'make it more SummerClan, Dawnmemories', and the pleasant hum of conversation made her heart warm. This was SummerClan as she knew it best. And the shadows grew Dawnmemories decided now was time to announce the contest she'd planned with Ratstar.
"SummerClan!" Dawnmemories called, padding over to the pumpkin and tapping it with her tail, "anyone have any scary stories?! Winner gets the pumpkin!"
"I have one," Ragingspire volunteered, sitting up immediately. He had spent the beginning of the feast floating amongst the warriors and chatting with them all idly. Around halfway through he had disappeared to make sure they had enough prey for everyone, though really he just needed a breath of fresh air.
"Once upon a time, there was a warrior. Let's name him... hm... Sootstride. One night, Sootstride was curled up in his nest, deeply asleep. Suddenly he leaped to his feet, his fur on end, screeching in terror. He had come to a most terrible realization..." Ragingspire paused for effect, "... he had forgotten to go on the dusk patrol! THE HORROR!"
While Ragingspire dissolved into laughter, Sootstep looked far less amused. The story was obviously about him. He had taken to awkwardly perching near Dawnmemories, not really feeling welcome anywhere so he had no place else to go.
