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It had been three days since Buckwheatpaw had left SwiftClan camp without a word, and set up shop about a hundred yards away in the very center of a strange arrangement of haybales. It looked oddly...mazelike. Cradlegrave frowned. Where the hell had the young tom had the time to move all this?
"Buckwheatpaw, you have to stop this madness," Cradlegrave said, but the only response was the faint sound of the breeze hitting stray pieces of hay. He sighed and turned around to face the cats behind him. "Alright, I'm all outta ideas. Does he really think we're gonna go traipse all the way through his damn maze jus' to drag him back to camp--aaaaand some of you are already goin' into the maze, fantastic. Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," he said, and took his first step into the maze.
Swiftscout was already lost. Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten frustrated with all the dead ends and instead decided to show the haybales who was really boss around these here parts. So now she was stuck in the hay, which was way itchier than snow, and her unholy shrieking could wake the dead.
Regalpaw had plunged into the maze before Cradlegrave had even finished his first sentence, following Swiftscout into the hay-y depths. As the hay swallowed her up and her shrieks filled the air, he cast a surreptitious glance side to side and then walked innocently past the very loud patch of hay where she had disappeared.
Cradlegrave caught up to where Regalpaw was, also walking past the unusually-loud haybale--though exaclty what about it was loud, Cradlegrave couldn't quite figure out. "Regalpaw," he said, frowning, "do you hear somethin' by any chance? Sounds kind'a familiar, but I can't quite put my paw on it..."
"Credit where it's due I guess. This place is pretty impressive," Tinybreath remarked as she followed the Deputy into the straw-filled labyrinth. Perhaps not one of the smartest ideas she's ever had; due to her petite stature - barely taller than a newly-promoted apprentice - the warrior was relatively trapped within the hay walls, too short to even take a peak above them. At least traversing a maze didn't require strenuous exercise or running, so she was clear in the health department.
"Too impressive," Cradlegrave muttered to Tinybreath, eyeing up the haybales suspiciously. "You think he had help, or he did this all by himself?"
Suddenly the sky above them seemed to darken, though Cradlegrave decided to chalk that up to his imagination for the sake of his own sanity. An unhinged cackle rung out, seemingly coming from all directions. "Intruders! You will come to rue the day you stepped paw into my realm!" the voice shrieked, and suddenly there was a strange rustling noise, followed by a mad screech. Abruptly, the rustling stopped. "If you want your precious Swiftscout back, you'll have to come and get her!" The voice let out a cackle once more, before silence settled down around them once more.
Cradlegrave blinked. "Uhhh......I mean, I guess I would be a bad deputy if I didn't at least try to convince everyone to help me get her back."
Tinybreath let out an annoyed huff at the Deputy before elbowing him hard in the side. "Yes, yes you would," she responded sternly, the sibling resemblance between her and Chimerastar becoming evident. The short she-cat gave Cradlegrave a hard glare for a moment before her anger dissipated with a sigh. "Swiftscout and Buckwheatpaw may be...eccentric," she admitted, "But they're still our clanmates. The least we can do is try and understand them. Now come on Cradlegrave, Regalpaw. Let's get going." With a sweeping gesture of her tail, she took the lead and began padding down a long hay corridor. biyuu ☆彡meow
"I don't hear anything," said Regalpaw, not quite convincingly, as Cradlegrave drew up beside him. Whether or not the deputy would have been suspicious of the apprentice's shifty eyes, they were quickly interrupted by something that he wouldn't be able to deny hearing, Buckwheatpaw's voice booming down the corridors of hay.
Regalpaw had stepped into the maze so eagerly out of curiosity for what treasures might be found at the center more than any desire to reclaim Buckwheatpaw, and he felt a flash of disappointment as he realized the prize was likely only going to be Swiftscout. He got to see her everyday, why walk all the way through a maze just to see her again?
"Do you think Buckwheatpaw has anyone else in there?" he wondered aloud as he fell into step behind Tinybreath.
Cradlegrave shrugged. "...Haven't really thought about it," he said, "but I ain't noticed anyone missin' from Swift, so if there are other, uhh, victims, I'm guessin' they're rogues or loners or--oh, hell. I hope there's no ThunderClan cats stuck in this thing. They've been so patient with us."
They continued on a little further, before coming to a dead end; on the ground before them was a formation of rocks, laid out to spell the initials S.F. They could go either right or left, but there was no indication of which way was correct.
"S and F, huh...?" Cradlegrave mused. "Maybe it's a hint? Y'know, if you replace the 'b' sound and the 'w' sound in Buckwheatpaw with these letters, you get...Suckfeetpaw. Okay, you probably ain't meant to do that with them."
"But wait! If you switch them around, you get Fu- no, that's not right," Regalpaw said, frowning as he cut himself off, reinvigorated excitement falling to concentration as he stared at the rocks with all the intensity he could muster as if they would rearrange themselves to reveal their own secret message if he just stared at them hard enough. Clearly there was something more interesting afoot, but what could it be?
"Maybe it's meant to spell a message? Silent fatality? Sleep finally? Spirit farm?" Regalpaw muttered under his breath, casting a suspicious look up at the straw walls around them. Swiftscout hadn't gone quietly, so the first one was probably wrong, but as far as he was concerned there was no evidence that Buckwheatpaw didn't plan to trap them in here in order to steal their souls.
Tinybreath leaned down, giving the stone formation a curious sniff, then batting at one of the rocks with her front paw. Huh. Normal rocks. "Maybe they're supposed to be directions?" She suggested, sitting back upright again and purposely not thinking about how the three of them were able to read in the first place. Or how Buckwheatpaw knew how to write and spell. "Perhaps 'S' stands for South. Not sure what 'F' might mean, but which direction is south?" She tilted her head back to stare at the sun with squinted eyes. It was a bit past sun-high, so the sun should be more towards the west.
"South is that way," Cradlegrave said, jerking his head towards the passage on the right. The one time his former skillset had actually come in handy, and it was tracking a useless apprentice through a useless maze. "I mean, if it's a dead end, we can just backtrack and go left here instead. Unless he's filled this place with deadly traps, but he probably hasn't because that would really be loony." He shrugged his shoulders and turned right, wondering if the others would turn to follow him or if they'd devolve into squabbling.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 13, 2021 18:31:48 GMT -5
Buried underneath some loose hay, she waited. And as the group got closer, her little haunches began to shake in excitement. Sure, they weren't supposed to be able to fit in places like this, but Dandelionkit was still fairly young. Small for her age too. Someone stopped in front of her, and she couldn't tell who through the grass. But she jumped out with a squeaky roar, wrapping herself around one of the adult's legs and kicking at it with her back paws. It couldn't have hurt, she was too small for that. And she couldn't help the purr shaking her body. This was so much fun.
"Sounds goo-O-oh!" Tinybreath had begun to follow after Cradlegrave when she let out a frightened squeak as something small and fluffy suddenly latched onto the front leg that was closest to a hay pile, the force of the 'attack' nearly barreling the small adult over. Staring down at the creature with wide blue eyes, she was surprised to recognize that she was being chewed on by a kit. She lifted her front leg with the kit hanging off of it, waving it in the air slightly. "Dandelionkit..." she sighed. "Get off of my leg, please. What in Starclan's name are you doing outside of camp anyway? The Queens are probably worried sick about you!"
Cradlegrave took a few deep breaths to hide the fact he'd almost had a heart attack at the small kit's appearance. "I should be feelin' angry about this, but for some reason I just feel empty," he said, mostly to himself. "I don't feel like trekkin' back all the way to the entrance just to deposit li'l Dandelion back at the nursery, so....guess we got a new party member." And it certainly was a party, in every definition of the word.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 27, 2021 15:35:38 GMT -5
But Dandelionkit was stubborn, and hung on tightly. Even as her body wiggled in the air from Tinybreath shaking her. At the adult's worry, she pouted and let go, dropping to the ground with a light thud. "It's no fair you get to have all the fun. Besides, I just followed Buckwheatpaw here."
"Why ain't anyone in SwiftClan got any sense of self-preservation?!" Cradlegrave moaned in exasperation. "We're all chargin' off into battle to fight chimps, or explorin' haunted houses, or gettin' stuck in giant mazes. How are we even still alive?" Nevertheless, he charged forward and left Tinybreath to deal with the kit hanging off her leg.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 18, 2021 22:29:27 GMT -5
"Wuts self present veration?" Dandelionkit asked, watching as Cradlegrave ran off and left her with Tinybreath. But wait. Wouldn't Tinybreath just try and get her to go back to camp? That's no fun. Camp is pretty lame compared to this maze. So Dandelionkit did not hesitate in standing up and chasing after Cradlegrave, not too worried about the answer to her question.
