-- Main Thread -- Glade Lore & Bauble Stand -- Bug-Catching -- Arts & Crafts --
-- Honeycomb Shop -- Ancient Scroll -- Glade Raffle --
- Summer arrived in all of its glory. Fields and crops around the lands began to flourish from July showers, climbing into the sky and spreading lush along the ground. The morning after the Summer Equinox, a young kit emerged from the forest outskirts to join the buzz of activity among the tribes of Simas who gathered during the Equinox to celebrate the seasonal change. This kit didn't arrive with empty paws, though. She came with stories.
Odd stories about a mysterious tribe in the woods who planned some sort of festival. The kit sang of tiny kits who never grew up and Simas with strange jewels never seen before, who looked after both their own kits and the eternally youthful. The kit's stories were met with perked ears and intrigue, as well as slight unease. She mentioned in a broken singsong of a sentence that the enigmatic community had extended an invitation to the other tribes. They tentatively send a couple of Simas to join the kit to investigate.
The band of Simas broke into a trot next to the kit as she led them into the forest line, hopping over gnarled roots- the petite kit darted beneath them like a mouse. Branches snapped beneath their paws and the forest stretched ahead of them, becoming increasingly dense with twisting undergrowth the deeper they ventured. As they began having second thoughts trying to navigate the untamed vegetation, the kit disappeared beneath the surface of a cluster of ivy and brambles. The forest began a steep, abrupt descent. A couple of them started down, but one Sima behind them slipped and sent them all careening down the hill through the thick bushes that blanketed the forest floor.
The Sima who tripped earned a glare before they all stood up and shook the burrs and leaves off of their hides. The bush they crash-landed into had intertwined with multiple others, but ahead a gap in the branches promised a way out. They took turns edging their way out through the thick brush and emerged in a hollow. Ahead, the child's eyes lit up and she continued leading the way down the bush-flanked hollow and straight into an arch. It was made of stone and stood higher than any normal Sima could reach, laden with moss. A cobblestone pathway began beneath it, encroached on by brush growing into the path. Tufts of fur had caught on the stray twigs in the way; other Simas had been through here recently.
Before they could follow the kit in, a looming rose-colored Sima emerged from the brush with his hackles raised. His red eyes pierced the visitors and his tail raised, revealing the foreign jewel that the kit had spoken of.
" Outsiders...It is a privilege for you to be here. We live on sacred land, and it demands respect if you wish for Nethimir's mercy. If you're here to observe our festivities and way of life, you may enter. " He growled. The guardian's ears twitched as he returned behind bushes with a sweep of his tail. The Simas curiously watched and hesitantly made their way after him one by one.
The small group emerged into a large glade. The sun filtered through the trees and the soft sound of bees busily collecting nectar from flowers nearby filled the air. Little huts were built around the glade and a square sat in the middle of the glade where kits frolicked and some adult Simas prepared for their upcoming festival. Throughout the glade there were market stands and workshops, holding trinkets and even what appeared to be a future raffle. A small group of Simas stalked into view bringing back an elk they hunted down for supper. The Glade buzzed with a kind of life that felt warm and detached from the troubles beyond the wilds.
Now, to retrieve the rest of their own party and join in on the festival.
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As the sizable tribe re-entered the Glade, they were once again stopped by the rosy pink Sima. He showed no fear of the large group, sitting in front of them as they emerged in the Glade with his ears swiveled back. He's obviously very protective of his home.
" If you have hope of staying for long, you must become familiar with the rules of our tribe. "
II------------- { Rules and Guidelines } -------------II
• Our event currency is Honeycomb. It's important to keep them on hand for the store at the end of
the event, or for adopts that demand honeycomb.
• Artists may take into account the number of simas you won in this event when judging competitions later into
the event, depending on the nature of the competition.
• All Simas and items obtained in this event cannot be bred, traded, gifted or anything of the sort until our
event is over and the archiving is caught up. Doing so anyway will earn you a warning.- Note, if the artist is documenting winnings during a stream game, then it is possible to trade. Only during this
period, though.
• Artists may not be in calls during the join.me / discord stream games unless it can include everybody in the stream,
or if it doesn't include anyone playing the game. Hide items/currency under the tiles only this year.
• At the end of the event, selected hosts will be going up for adoption. You may only win one of these hosts.
• Users may only win one of each legendary item and one of each limited item- and if you already
got one or both, you can't buy that specific item in shop. The raffle doesn't count towards this in case you happen
to win something nice.
• Any suspicions of bias should be reported to corviidae, or one of the other two admins
(Glispa and ravemn).
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The mantid-like Sima pricked his ears as a small kit approached him, demanding that he must join her to look at her art and craft stand. He reluctantly agreed and stood up, following the kit deeper into the clearing. The band of Simas split up to explore the Glade, earning cautious but friendly looks from some of the Glade's residents.
