[dolly]

they're both blind so they thought to keep a large stick by the lake to help the other get out.

[credit]

Dᴀʏ 01: Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
" [ creative, amiable, oportunist ] "

The room was silent with the exception of the clock ticking slowly as time passed on throughout the day. Two kalons sat merely inches away from one another in what was to be the most important test on one's concentration. Chess. Hachirou was still unsure of how he ended up within this state. How could he, someone of a lesser intelligence and a lacking sense of concentration get stuck playing an intense match of checkers against one of the smartest kalons to attend kal high, Byron Cogsworth.
Byron was known for his quick wit and ability to solve problems rather quickly which only intimidated the larger one further. Hachirou felt sweat begin to drip from his brow as time continued on. Both sat in complete silence whilst Hachirou attempted to think about his next move. It was down to the last stand. Hachirou only had a two pieces left upon the board, both of which were surrounded by the opposing enemy. The browish male sat slightly impatiently across the way, tapping his claws on the table. "You can move whenever you know.." he said with a huff. Hachirou muttered to himself, "Yea yea I'm aware.I'm just...slow."
"I'm fully aware of that.." Bryon scoffed.
Hachirou simply lowered his ears while placing a paw underneath his chin to provide a thinking scratch. When he turned his gaze towards the clock his heart had nearly sank. They initially started the game approximately 2 and a half hours ago, yet it felt like he had been sitting in the small wooden chair for an eternity.He felt as if time was running out, even though there was no specific limit. The average school day had ended and the two merely started while waiting for their rides home. The fishier kalon felt himself getting restless and how badly he wanted this game to end! It took him a minute before finally deciding upon a course of action, and he knew the other would approve as he could tell that his playing partner was getting rather restless themselves.
"What do you say to a little break Byron? We've been playing for a while now, what say you to a bit of a break?"
The opposing kal merely nodded with a sigh while rising to stretch his limbs.
"I'm merely going to the water fountain, and for the love of time, could you please have made your move by then?.."
Hachirou nodded with a secretly devious smile. As he watched the other walk away, he found the perfect opportunity to do what most checkers players despise. When Bryon was clearly out of sight, he quickly shuffled up the board, and giving the illusion that he has happened to win the game, just by removing some pieces from the board.
Feeling proud with himself he watched as his playing partner returned with the most stunned look upon the planet.
"H-How exactly did you manage to pull that off?!" Bryon exclaimed. "I had you trapped and everything!"
Hachirou chuckled with glee while placing both of his paws behind his head in victory.
"Winners never tell their secrets my dear boy...Oh looks like my ride is here! See ya!" he said while packing up his things.
Byron merely watched as he walked away. He lowered his ears and clenched his paws into the shape of a fist.
"darn it.." he said in defeat.

[chamomile.]

Audrey Halloway | "Odds" | 13 | Female | Blue text
Kiran Dey | "Kir" | 14 | Male | Red text

Dᴀʏ 01: Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.

[537 words]
"You're always the one telling stories!"
"Well my life is more interesting! I'm the king's thief!" The grey kit responded, thrashing his tail.
"..In training" Aubrey snorted.
"Says the jester!"
"Jester! How dare you, I am a snake charmer!" Aubrey pulled her friend's ear.
"ow oW stop! Just let me tell my story, wouldja?"
The two young kalons were settled into the small attic space above the kitchen. Despite their yelling, the stream of noise from the kitchen kept them from being noticed.
"As you well know, I am the King's Thief, a great title passed down from my mother to me." He was too busy reminiscing about how amazing he was to notice Aubrey rolling her eyes. "As such, I am sent on important missions by the king himself! Well, usually the prince. But one day he will be king, so it's pretty much the same thing."
We are brought into Kiran's memories, from three days ago. He was sent to steal a document from the rival kingdom, within the castle. All had gone well, he hid in a traveling caravan under furs, and no one noticed the extra passenger enter the kingdom. He managed to climb all the way up the tower, slipping in through a window. Silently he slithered down the hallway, to a delicately carved wooden door. He reached into his boots, and his face went sheet white as he realized his mistake. He left all of his lockpicks back at home, from practicing the night before he left. Kiran would not get another chance to get into the castle, as the Lunar ball had the inhabitants of this tower down dancing and partying.
There was nothing nearby, except a few vases and tables. When Kiran gets nervous, he tends to fumble with the necklace his mother gave him.
"A brilliant plan hit me," Kiran purred to Aubrey. "I could make this shark tooth necklace into a lockpick."
Kiran pulled his necklace off, and took his knife out of it's sheath. The tooth was tough, but the knife was tougher. Kiran shaved the tooth down, layer by layer, into a thin tip. Gently, he brought the tooth up the the lock and began listening for the tumblers to click. If he turned it too soon, the tooth would surely break from his mistake. One click. Two clicks. Three. A small crack halted Kiran's progress. He couldn't tell if the tooth had broken before or after the last tumbler clicked up. With a sharp breath, Kiran twisted the knob. The door pushed open, and the young thief ecstatically rushed into the room. He snatched the documents and fled out the window, into the night.
"Ain't that an amazing story Odds?" Kiran chirped.
"hmm. I guess, yeah.." Aubrey yawned.
"What's that for? I solved an unsolvable problem!" He growled.
"Well, your tooth thing worked I guess. But really, you could have just used your knife to pick the lock? Or one of your earrings? really, there was much better options."
For once, Kiran was silent, as he realized how over the top he had gone.
"If a lowly jester can out smart you king's thief, you still have quite a lot of training left to do."

[jianwai]

Dᴀʏ 01: Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.

Lykaio

There are, by the sweetened breath of melancholic sadness being an advancement upon a honey dew, situations in which escape becomes less of a want and more of a need; flashing irritated looks to those that stare down at in ignorance, though irritation will fade to calculating. Melancholic sadness was the extent of the scenario he was run through, pretty heavily had he been worked, a prodigal son meant to experience and suffer; Lykaio wishes his life were a lesser mans, one which did not come with stipulations like these.

Life was bad enough he'd been sweating in a coastal version of scrub lands, clad in full armor, baking within the shade of a training building that was more stacked brick than an actual house; no conditioning, no relief, there's a suffering he's disgusted with, a pure physical exhaustion on heavy breath and sweating brow.

No intelligence, one mark, and an unknown set of aggressors ( --- lucky for the son, they are played by heavily regulated training bots. Too young to face real men, too old to face the typical. He missed those days, truly, wished his training was on par of his brothers. Which was, in comparison to his, akin to a pleasant walk within the park. ); with a time limit set at twenty minutes, he's been spoken to as if he were dead weight, though he knows his fathers respect outweighed the possibilities of him getting terribly hurt.

Eighteen minutes left.

Lykaio would peak around the corner, brick chips at nose level where one bot has fired, muscles tense beneath the armor until relaxation was forced by mental chiding; drawn back not, certainly, but not before he'd seen the red scarf tied around his mark move in low coastal winds. It was then, when tired eyes catch the scarf and spare their focus to the only other living soul, his father, that the time limit began to make sense.

Tip the mark off the cliff to the right. It was extraction, pure and simple, and a twenty minute timer meant he'd have ten to get to the mark and ten to get back, ideally, he would be a swift and efficient soldier. With no cover between himself and the mark, distraction would be key to success.

Another glance toward his father, hesitation by the quiver of lips, he doesn't believe himself to be right but failure was an option by inaction alone.

Tossing a live flash bang in the direction of his kin, lit by the time it left his hands, he'd sprint to his mark; six shots fired on six bots, clipping four, downing two.

Sixteen minutes left, six before he tipped the mark, ten to get back to cover.

hanzo. 452 words

[NyxxofStars]

Prompt: Day 1
NyxxofStars

Maybe this was a bad idea.
Pip looked at the rushing water beneath his feet and gulped, tail wavering unsteadily in the air as the creek roared below.
Why did he let the other kals talk him into stuff like this?
One of the kalons from the other bank shook out his golden fur, the light glinting off of the alluring tail shine and dazzling fanged smile in a way that made Pip's jaw go slack. His heart did a sort of twisting, flying thing that definitely should have had any sane doctor concerned as it beat across Pip's rib cage.
Oh man, that's why. Mmhmm, that is definitely what he's out here for. Dang.
"Come on, it's just a creek!" The golden boy shouted from across the river, swishing his tail back and forth.
Right,just a creek. Only a few steps, and everybody else did it, so no big deal, right?
Unless you're a kalon who can't swim.
Then it's a Big Deal.
This was definitely a bad idea.
Pip's chest was heaving up and down and his breath was coming out in short gasps as he took the step that would put his entire weight on the tree bridge beneath, which, if he was being honest, looked like it might disintegrate with a gust of wind. Not exactly confidence-inspiring. Still, he took the step gingerly and slowly, the branch creaking.... crackling....CRACK!
This was a terrible idea.
Pip gave a very, totally not wimpy screech as he leapt backwards like he was burned with coals, and just in time. A split-second later and he would have been in the creek with the rotten old branch. No, thank god he was safe, and clinging oh-so-bravely to a tree with pupils the size of saucers. This was much better.
"Any other fantastic ideas?" Pip hollered at the group, who were all snickering at him from the other bank. Even the golden one.
But man if he isn't cute when he's laughing too... FOCUS.
Pip shook his head like a dog shaking water out of it's ears. Now was no time to be distracted by the handsome boy on the other bank, he still had to find a way over. He decided to list his options of getting to the other bank:
1. Cross the tree bridge.
Pretty sure that one's out.
2. Build a new tree bridge.
With what tools? His umbrella? Not happening.
3. Jump across.
The gray kalon looked at the gap between the two sides then down at the churning water.
Nope.
Pip wished desperately that it hadn't just rained and that the creek wasn't moving so fast as another branch- this one was almost a log- was carried past by the current.
Dang, that log's pretty big. The creek really is wild today to be able to carry something so heavy.
The kalon watched the log dissapear down the river as an idea slowly formed in his head.
Light bulb!
Pip reached back into his backpack and pulled out a collapsible umbrella with little trains on it.
This is probably a bad idea.
Pressing the button on the handle, the umbrella sprang open with a sharp click.
"Hey! Where are you going?" The cute kal across the stream yelled over the water as Pip walked away from their group and a little ways upstream. Coming to a patch that ran close to the water, Pip grabbed a long, sturdy stick and took a deep breath, feeling as though a flock of anxious birds were trapped in his stomach.
This is the worst idea.
That was the last thought that Pip had before he took his sturdy train umbrella and his stick and jumped into the river, the umbrella cupped beneath him. The strong current sloshed around the terrified gray kalon, but he was determined to make this plan work.
This terrible, horrible idea.
Clinging to the umbrella's handle with one paw, Pip used his other to push away from the shore and towards the other bank, lurching into the creek with a wet squelching sound. He waited for the umbrella to sink down into the brown, murky liquid pressing around it at all sides, but miraculously it bobbed just above the water line, and headed directly for the other side where the group of kalons waited, cheering and hollering at him from their bank. He careened towards them haphazardly and knocked into the dirt wall in front of them where he was quickly grabbed and hoisted from the water, umbrella and muddy stick in hand
...by a golden paw.
Pip decided then, that this had been a fantastic idea.

[rem sleep]

Day 1 - Don and Eternity - Rat

The warehouse towered over him as Don approached it, hair clinging to his face and obscuring his sight of the place his mother often worked late into the night, blowtorch in hand. She was a creative mind, unlike everyone else in the family, but he could always rely upon her for a good answer when he found himself posed with a challenging problem. He opened the door slowly, peering in to see what his mother was working on today.

The silver walls expanded out before Don, though he could see very little of them due to the massive sculptures that interfered. The whole warehouse shone in the light of the sun which threatened to steal the hot sunlight away, taking it up to preserve that brilliant shine that burst forth upon the contact of light to metal and glass. There were silver trees with long winding branches, many suspending shapes or curls of welded wire and some supporting heavy chunks of broken glass dyed in any number of colors. Each time he visited the place he found himself breathless, winded by the sheer magnitude of his mother's work.

"Mom?" Don called out to the open warehouse, hearing the echo resound back to meet his ears. "Where are you? You're not... under something, are you?"

"Don!" A voice called out from somewhere deeper into the bowels of the warehouse, "Come on in! I'll be right there!"

He could hear the shuffling from where he was as metal clanged and clattered together. He chose to remain stationary, not daring to touch anything for fear it might destabilize the delicate balance the workshop preserved. His mother appeared from the sea of metallic greys, her bright eyes meeting him with enthusiasm.

"Don!" She repeated, marching over to embrace him, "How are you son?"

"Well..." Don muttered, sheepishly wrapping his arms around his mother and lightly squeezing her back, "That's the problem, actually. I need to ask your advice on something..."

"Certainly!" She released up, beaming up at him with a triumphant grin that prompted a small smile from Don as well. "What can I help you with?"

"Well I can't ever find any shirts that fit." He admitted with a frown, folding his second pair of arms under the first pair in frustration. "I don't like modifying all my clothes, it's tiresome... and I don't have much time to spare, anyway."

"You could commission someone to do it for you pretty easily." She suggested with a shrug.

"Who do I know who could do that?"

"I am an artist for hire," She remarked with a snicker, "I'd be happy to help Don. I enjoy modifying clothes, and I already have to help your father with his clothes anyway. Adding yours wouldn't be a huge hassle."

"But? I couldn't ask that of you, you're busy with your own life." Don frowned. He knew his mother had good intentions, but he often worried about her taking on too many burdens that didn't belong to her due to her charitable nature. "It will be a commission then. I will pay you for your work."

"You don't have to. You're family, Don."

"I know I don't have to, but I won't be content unless you let me do this."

"Alright, if you so insist." She conceded, though not without another hug first.

Don had struggled for a considerable time cutting and sewing extra arm holes into his shirts to accommodate for his extra limbs, but thankfully his mother (a far superior seamstress) agreed to help him for a slight cost and a few hugs every once in a while.

[deerbroken]

Prompt 1: The Rat
Kalon: Belford

Belford's dj equipment wasn't working so he held a karaoke night for his fans.

[Gladis]

Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.

Weihan's heart pounded when he saw the luminous sheet of ice in front of him. Snow & ice was nothing new to him, although his rival Hanbin proved himself as the opposite when he tried to dash towards Weihan through the ice.

"Stop where... Stop... Where you are!" Hanbin pointed his sword as he struggled to stand still on the ice below him. Weihan raised his eyebrows & shrugged, "Dude I'm not even moving." Hanbin blushed in embarrassment when he realized his foolishness.

"Fine," Hanbin sheathed his sword. "Let's call it a truce for now... Until we get across the ice." Weihan rolled his eyes. But as much as he despised Hanbin, he needed to cross the ice to return to his kingdom. Was there even a way across? As a kid, Weihan would slide across the ice as fast as possible for fun. Weihan could do that, but getting Hanbin across was another challenge. Should I just leave him? Suddenly, an idea struck Weihan as he smirked mischievously.

"Hey, koi boy, come here for a sec," Weihan suppressed a laugh as Hanbin glared at him for the nickname. Weihan grabbed his shoulders & positioned the general in front of him, "just hold still. What we're gonna do is slowly inch forward & you hold onto me alright?..." Before Hanbin got the chance to say anything, Weihan shoved the warrior across the ice with tremendous force. Hanbin's feet slid from under him & he fell to his butt, unable to stop the motion. Weihan grinned, his rival looked like a chicken.

"EeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Hanbin's scream was followed by hysterical laughter. Weihan laughed so hard he thought he was going to explode. (He probably laughed for a good 10 minutes before sliding across the ice towards Hanbin)

"I am NEVER trusting you again. The truce is off," Hanbin glared at Weihan. The white haired prince simply smirked, "Alright... I'll see you around, koi boy."

"Next time, we fight in my land, where there's no ice."

[pees]

(I drew them all by memory bc internet died hhh)
Heron invited Juniper over for a round of twister but they lost the spinner so they got his brother to do it for them, it ended out perfectly

[christina.]

day 1: the rat



jezebel was stressed. her paws ached from kneading the dough for hours on end, but she had to get going, less she wanted the next day to be even worse than the first. she had closed off her mother’s bakery a few hours early each day of the week, and while she would have rather made up some excuse to get the blame off of her shoulders, it was her fault entirely. she was slacking, and she had to make up for it, somehow, or she might get this opportunity taken away—for good.

she groaned quietly as she pressed her the heel of her paws into the mass of dough. while it would have normally been a relief to have the time to do this, now she was just tired. she wanted nothing more than to go back to her bedroom and get an extra hour of sleep, but she needed to get this done, and fast. she pressed harder this time, but the pain in her paws was too much for her. she felt light-headed and the room had begun to spin. what now? what now?

the decision was made on a whim, but she had no other choice. she grabbed one of the empty flower pots off of the shelf next to her, and pressed the side into the heap of dough. it was a process to get it done, but it was working, finally, and it was a relief on her aching paws. she grabbed a pawful of flour—the one mixed with ground sage, of course—and tossed it over the dough, and then pressed down on the flower pot, harder and harder, until the dough gave way under and became a soft lump on the table. finally, a worthy solution!