[Swishy & Broken]

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"Come on, Fennel! It's almost time!"

Under the morning glow, a chuckle flowed from Furzetuft's chest as a wild bundle of cinnamon curls scrambled to keep up, long limbs and the crooked stick in their jaws a whirlwind of motion. Her tail settled on their shoulder, steadying them. "Easy there! You look about ready to fall over."

" 'Course not. You're talking to a seasoned warrior here.” Gold eyes twinkled, a teasing wink in their eyes. "Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Here I thought you were out of breath there." She bumped shoulders with them, the firewood at her side crackling with the light jolt. "We missed you. Especially while you were… off on your special quest. Care to share about that?"

Their lop-sided grin quirked, a mixture of mystery and mischief. "I'm afraid I'm sworn to secrecy."

"Why?" She frowned. "By Mousespeck?"

"I… can't quite say." Claws twining with the forest grass, their shoulders lifted in a sheepish shrug. Almost… secretive. "But perhaps I can interest you with my adventures at that ancient tomb. Y'know, the one that's haunted…"

"Alright, alright!" With a light laugh, she nudged them along. “Tell me about it. Everything. And keep your eyes open for more firewood ━ we could use it!"

[Swishy & Broken]

Tree climbing!
Furzetuft and Snow have challenged the campers to see who will climb the highest on a huge tree they found in the middle of the forest. They assure everyone that a plan is in place for those who get can't climb down and those who lose their grip. Who will climb the highest? Who will climb the fastest? Who will be too scared to even climb up the tree at all?


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* Additional tasks/activities may be added to this this mechanic as the event progresses !

[Swishy & Broken]

The first round of Hiking will begin 7/14 !

edit; this activity is open <3

[sweathie]

Username: sweathie
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noclue paced slowly, his head still aching from hitting his head during fishing. he kept his eyes glued to the ground, looking for anything that could be useful for the campsite. wet pawprints trailed behind him and he stopped to groom himself, dirt sticking to his paws. as he curled his tail around his back paws and stretched, twitching his ears.

[Restful Dead]

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Blurb: Pupfish was excited, and determined, to gather whatever he could to help the camp. His trusty senses had never failed to lead him to interesting finds. His clanmates were always telling him that the resources he would bring back was just "useless junk". Well, they may not understand the importance of his discoveries, but surely some his fellow campers here would.

[cinerious]

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Sassy prances along, keeping her eyes to the ground where paws were yet to scour. She pokes her nose into holes, under leaf piles, and bounds up a couple trees in her searching!
She does end up being startled by a couple things that fall from the trees around her or a prey-creature bopping her nose as she invades her home. Man, this place is nothing like her two-leg home! But the smells lure her forward...

[Shiver Hohojiro]

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Now this was an activity Haywing could get behind! ....much like every other activity in the campground that he was also already doing. Ah well.

Still, he enjoyed the hike, the chance to stretch his legs out and move. He bet he could take the entire thing better than half the campers here! He had been a wanderer, after all, used to traveling, even before he'd become a messenger. He was used to walking.

...He was much less used to the other aspect of the hikes, though: finding things.

Not that he didn't like it, or was entirely incompetent - again, he'd been a wanderer - but scouting for items hadn't been his main goal in a while, and even before then it had never really taken up his time in an enjoyable way the same way fishing had.

Sigh. For once, a time where even his least liked scout could have been useful...

[0Zero0]

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Blurb: after fishing, the poor cat was soaking wet. Kinan is still dazed from the previous activity, and not realizing how out of shape he really is. the spinning of lights and trees and green speaking whispers about butterflies. Soon he was lying sprawled out beneath a beam of light so bright and beautiful. Little dust fairies danced lightly above his head and he watched delightfully. A buzzing noise hit the distance with vibration. Leaning his head towards the sound he noticed that the beetles were applauding the fairies, and that he wasn't the only audience.

"They aren't done." Kinan scowled. The beetles stopped, but the trees began to speak to him now. Making a plead to move and continue with his work. Kinan fumbled upward, and began a long tedious search for potion ingredients, but knowing that other objects might end up in his possession. He always had a tendency to collect things.

[ArtMajor]

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Blurb: As the day had gone on, Sparrowheart found himself wandering along the hiking trails. There was a certain...peace, to simply walk through the trees. No need to worry about updating the scent markers, no fear of startling his old clanmates and adding another set of scars to his pelt. Just him, his thoughts, and the woods. It was quite nice.

Although he did make sure to keep scanning the undergrowth. The counselors had instructed them all to watch out for anything useful after all, and he wanted to make sure that he didn't miss anything. But oh, the sun on his pelt was simply perfect. And besides, a short nap in the sunlight wouldn't hurt anything, and he'd be back up and hiking before he missed too much time.

Sparrowheart shook his head, muzzle crinkling in an unspoken growl. Nope. No, he had a task to do. Not a very conventional one, to be sure, but it would do good to listen to the counselors instructions. They'd had the power to bring him away from Smokeclan's island home without the use of a twoleg boat after all, he'd rather not find out what happened if he disappointed them.

[Adamented]

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Harja had just spent a couple of hours lounging in the sun, feeling its intense warmth bare into his fur, while Hana helped him lick the excess moisture from his fur. Hana had said it was the least she could do, after shocking him so bad that he fell into the lake while fishing earlier. It was her fault he was all soaked, so of course he let her help, only after trying to nudge her away a few times first. Harja relented to her help in the end, secretly he deeply appreciated her helping him since he still had so much to do. He wondered if he'd run into the other camp leaders at some point.

After he was well and dry again, a sigh of relief escaping his muzzle while he climbed shakily back to his paws, he set out. Hana had suggested he give the lake a rest, to let the damp fur fully soak in the sun and dry up. Harja knew he'd be a puffball when it was fully void of water, so it was best if he avoided being seen anyway, so he decided to go on a walk.

Maybe he could find some firewood while he was passing the time.