[Mythz]

Ticket
Twig x Tigger

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Description: cream self [carrying mackerel tabby]
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Edits: [nr] expression
[c] ear tufts, whiskers, eye shape, eyelashes, min fur
[uc] round ears, short ears,
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Description: black carnelian-carrier mackerel tabby
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Edits: [nr] expression
[c] ear tufts, ear placement,
[uc] mid fur
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These kittens are orphans!! Check out the below post to adopt them.
These kittens may grow on November 29th. Eye colors may change as they grow.

Using 1x Common edit on Kit 1, and 1x Uncommon Edit on Kit 2

[Mythz]

These two kits were found with no parents around - is your clan willing to take at least one of them?
Prompts are found below !!

You may enter for both and may win both or only one.

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Left - Kit #1
This kit finds a nice patch of sunlight - what do they do?
Max 500 words + 1 art piece

Right - Kit #2
This kit finds a puddle!! what do they do?
Max 500 words + 1 art piece

Ends november 1st at rollover (oct 31st->nov 1st)

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[Aizaka]

Username: Aizaka
Kitten #:

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Prompt: ooh! mark / wip <3

[ivyy.]

Username: ivyy.
Kitten #: 2

Cat Name: Hawthornekit --> Hawthornepounce
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit --> Explorer
Clan: ashen trails --> oceanclan
Age: 3 moons
Prompt: "What are you dawdling for, child?"

The melancholic voice broke through her thoughts. "Nothing, mother. Just excited for our adventure." Mallow, the mother to the young kitten, had offered yesterday to take her on her first adventure through the territory. Despite her excitement, uneasiness sparked at the pit of her belly. The little kit followed her mother who was wandering away from the den and towards the spacious, dandelion-flecked valley. The rising sun began to heat her kit-soft pelt, black stripes attracting the heat of the newleaf sun.

Mallow picked up a trot, forgetting that her two-moon old daughter struggled to keep up with the pace. Huffing but determined to keep up, she dashed after her mother, her tabby legs growing sore. Finally, Mallow had begun to slow, casting untrusting glances around the gorgeous scenery as if a predator were to jump at them through the tall grass at any moment. They continued once her mother deemed her surroundings to be clear. Trotting after her attempting to ignore the pain in her limbs, she blinked slowly at parent, "Mother?" She asked tentatively, nervous Mallow would be mad at her for interrupting her busy thoughts.

"Yes, child?" The older she-cat remained distracted, not turning her head to look at her daughter. Slowing as she formed the question in her head, she spoke, the uneasiness showing to her voice, "Why can't father know about this?" The question seemed to break through Mallow's thoughts. Curling her lip, she responded, "I can't take care of you anymore." Stopping in her tracks, tears swirled in the kitten's eyes, her throat constricting with sudden grief. "You don't love me anymore?" She squeaked, her heart aching more painfully than she could've imagined.

Picking her up wordlessly and carried her into the forest until they reached the sound of a rushing stream that bordered a strange groups' territory. Speaking again, she asked, her voice cracking with heavy emotions, "Is that why you haven't named me? Thistle taunted me about it but I never thought it true." Again, Mallow didn't respond, dropping her kit onto the soft moss below her, neighboring a stream-water puddle where the sun broke through the trees to shine on it. "Look into that puddle, what do you see?" Sniffling, the kitten leaned over. Shaking with fury. she added, "You don't look like your father and he knows it. Does Scorpion have stripes like that? Is he brown? No!" Mallow raised an unsheathed paw as her kitten cried hunched, another cat broke through the undergrowth opposite of them.

"Stop!" The cat yowled, leaping over the stream and blocking Mallow, so stunned Mallow stumbled. Stunned, Mallow didn't move when the mysterious she-cat leaned down to the kitten's level, "Hello, my name is Fawnspring." Her breath stirred the weeping kit's whiskers, she smelled of warm milk and flowers. The kit didn't respond as the she-cat carefully grabbed her by the scruff, leaping back over the stream.

"You're safe now, little one."

[500 words]

[Macabre.]

Username: Macabre.
Kitten #: 1

Cat Name: HoneyPaw - (HoneyWhisker)
Gender: Male
Rank: apprentice
Clan: BirchClan
Age: 1 year
Prompt:wc: 185

ScorpionPaw paced around camp, he was so bored, it was a nice fall day not too hot with a nice breeze. But ScorpionPaw was sick of chasing leaves, it hadn’t rained in a while and the river was running low, he just could not figure out what to do with himself.

“HoneyPaw!” he thought suddenly. Surely his sister would play with him. Scanning the camp he spotted her lounging on the rockpile the elders typically spent their days on.

He lowered himself down into his hunting crouch and slowly stalked towards HoneyPaw.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” HoneyPaw growled.

“What?! How did you know?” ScorpionPaw whined, sitting back on his haunches.

“I always know.” HoneyPaw grumbled, stretching and rolling over onto her other side. “If you’re so bored, why don’t you sun yourself with me?”

“And just lay there? Doing Nothing?” With a huge sigh, ScorpionPaw flopped over onto his side. He was quiet a moment before sighing again and rolling over to his other side. Unable to get comfortable in the dirt, ScorpionPaw kept squirming, “How do you just do nothing?” He whined “I’m so bored.”

Username: Macabre.
Kitten #: 2

Cat Name: ScorpionPaw (ScorpionSting)
Gender: Male
Rank: apprentice
Clan: BirchClan
Age: 1 year
Prompt: wc: 222

“Come on HoneyPaw!” ScorpionPaw called. “Look at all these puddles!”

HoneyPaw sighed and slowly uncurled herself from her nest in the apprentices den and stuck her nose out the entrance. Blinking against the sudden brightness she twitched her whiskers as a drop of rain fell off the rocks above. “Ugh, It’s still all wet outside” she complained.

“Don’t be such a scaredy cat,” ScorpionPaw said, splashing his way towards her, across the small stream separating the apprentices den, it was slightly higher now after the night's rain. HoneyPaw wrinkled her nose, she hated wet paws. HoneyPaw often envied the way her brother could splash around in the river, and puddles after the rain, she didn't know how he could stand to walk around with wet fur the whole day. Just as ScorpionPaw finished crossing the stream he crouched down, wiggled his tail and pounced into a puddle right next to HoneyPaw.

“Hey!” HoneyPaw yowled, jumping back and pinning her ears. “Why would you do that?” she hissed.

“Aww don’t be like that HoneyPaw, I’m just having a little bit of fun.” Turning back towards the stream he dipped his paws in, over his shoulder he said, “come on, let's play for a bit before our mentors wake up.”

HoneyPaw just scoffed and padded back to her nest, hoping it was still warm.

[Hazelfang]

Username: Hazelfang
Kitten #: 1

Cat Name: Ariza
Gender: Female
Rank: Rebel
Clan: The Blessed Lupus
Age: 1 season
Prompt:

"Amyra! Amyra!" the small cream kit's voice echoed around the quiet rebellion camp. It was hardly sunhigh with most of the cats lazing about sharing tongues after their exhausting dawn patrols. The older cats peered lazily at the bounding kit, a few rolling their eyes before sleepily closing them once more. Yet the she-kit paid no mind at all, continuing forward until she could stick her tiny round head into the nursery opening. "Amyyyraaa! Come on out, sleepy!"

In the dim light of the nursery walls, she could see her bigger sister's mouth open into a big yawn. Shiny, white teeth peered back at her, glinting beneath the streams of light managing to seep into their den. "What's going on, Ariza?", the older cat asked, a dreary sleep still clinging to her gaze.

"I found a patch of sunlight near the flower beds! You gotta come! It's so warm and soft- you'll love it!"

The bigger she-kit let out a soft sigh, "Sure, sure. But can I go back to sleep once there?"

The tiny cream body was trembling with excitement, "Of course! That's the plan, silly." Before giving her sister anytime, the younger kit rushed out of the nursery. Her tiny tail waving behind her like a soft feather in the breeze; wild and out of control. It didn't take too long for Amyra to squeeze herself from the den. "You've been eating too much squirrel," Ariza teased, noting the momentary struggle her sister faced as she pushed herself through the opening.

Once free, the bigger cat let out a huff of exasperation, "Yeah, well.. I'm just bigger boned, that's all." The she-kit turned her blue gaze away, glancing sheepishly at the surrounding trees. The two sisters standing next to each other made it very apparent of their size difference. Ever since she was but a tiny kit, she always knew Amyra to be much bigger and stronger than her. She didn't quite understand why, but was determined to be just as big- if not bigger!- than her someday.

"Too bad those big bones are lazy!" the she-kit teased, sticking her tiny pink tongue out as she raced away towards the nearby flowerbeds. "Now come on! You're slower than a slug!"

After only a few pawsteps, the pair of sisters reached the infamous sunlit flowerbed. And Ariza was absolutely right. Sitting before them was a beautiful golden pool of light. The sun's rays gently grazed the tips of the pink flowers. Drops of dew from the morning shower still sat atop the leaves, shimmering under the light. "It's nice, isn't it?" Ariza mewed, her eyes reflecting the glimmering sunlight as she turned towards her sister.

Her sister seemed equally amazed, her own eyes glistening beneath the sun. "It does look lovely," she breathed out as she padded forward, her paws sinking softly into the warm flower bed. "A perfect spot to nap."

"A perfect spot for us to nap," the younger sister corrected, smiling brightly at her sister.

499 words

[V.Vulpes]

Username: V.Vulpes
Kitten #: 1

Cat Name: Daisy [Drifting Daisy]
Gender: Molly [She/her]
Rank: Coin
Clan: The Crow's Nest

Age: 3 Months
Prompt:
Daisy was adventuring below the deck of the Crow's Nest, curious to see what treasures the crew had been finding lately. Her ears flicked to-and-fro at the sounds of the gentle waves crashing against the ship and the sound of the crew walking on deck. But what really caught her attention was the little golden hue cast on the floor. There was a small crack in ship's mast, not too threatening to the ship but just enough to let light in. And to Daisy, it was like magic.

Slowly, she cast a paw into the light, stepping into it like she was entering a whole new world. She imagined that she was a lion on the Savannah; regally and proudly patrolling her kingdom. All the other animals bowed to her and her alone. With a giggle and purr, she took a deep breath. Held it. Then let out a loud ROAAAAR!!!
It wasn't as loud as she really thought, more like a little mew. When the crew would later go looking for Daisy, they'd find her curled up in the little light of the sunbeam.

Username: V.Vulpes
Kitten #: 2

Cat Name: Barracuda [Barracuda Spirit]
Gender: Tom [He/Him]
Rank: Coin
Clan: The Crow's Nest

Age: 3 Months
Prompt:
The crew of the Crow's Nest was busy preparing for the day's outing. However, they were being held back slightly by one little setback: Barracuda's relentless questions. Where were they going today? What were they doing? Can I help? can I, can I, can I???

Eventually, he got bored of short answers to his questions and the endless no's and adventured around the ship. A puddle on deck caught his eye. He padded over to it and peered at the ripple of his reflection. "Hello there, me!" He squeaked to his watery double, lifting a paw in greeting and gently poking the water with his claw. The water rippled as he did and Barracuda giggled as the tiny version of himself almost seemed to wave back.

He kept tapping the puddle with his paw. It started out light, not wanting to hurt his watery self, but before long, he started splashing in it. The water droplets spread out in every direction with a few landing on the little kits head. Barracuda squealed with delight, wiggling his haunches and then pouncing on the puddle with all four paws. Water splashed around him, soaking his tiny paws and belly and any cat around him.

[Embergleam]

Username: Embergleam
Kitten #: 1

Cat Name: Rosydawn
Gender: Female
Rank: Mediator
Clan: In The Wake Of Giants
Age: 1 Year
Prompt:
Rosydawn may have been born in the wilds, but she has the luxury-loving heart of a kittypet. Never is this more evident than when she's got the time to properly enjoy a good sunbeam. Simply basking in the sun for a few moments isn't enough. Oh no, she has an entire ritual she goes through, a rite of ritual purification and smug hedonism distilled down to its finest form.

It starts, as all good things do, with a proper grooming session. She begins with her claws, systematically ridding them of any lingering grime left missed in previous grooming sessions. Then she turns her attention to her paws- or, more specifically, to the burrs that like to turn the curls behind each paw into helpless nests of snarls. Said burrs are banished with utmost prejudiced, pitched into the woods to never again inflict their presence upon her. From there she progresses up her legs, paying special attention to the soft, fluffy patches behind each front leg. (All manner of creepy crawly pests like to gather there, and that simply will not do. Begone, pests! Befoul the temple of her body no longer!) Her tail deserves its own chapter, if only for all the leaves, twigs, and other miscellany she manages to groom out of it. Once that mess is dealt with, it's onto the comparatively simple parts: her chest, belly, and back. A thorough face-washing completes step one of her little ritual.

Only once she is immaculate, every curl and whisker in place, does she leap up onto a comfortably flat surface and settle in. It's elegant at first, a perfect loaf of caramel-colored cat, but as time goes on all that perfect posturing starts to fall by the wayside. A paw comes untucked. Her tail stretches out backwards. Doziness sets in, making her eyelids droop and her head heavy. Eventually she abandons all pretense of verticality and melts, sprawling full-length in the sun with every limb outstretched to its utmost.

This part is not elegant, a rare departure from her typical mien. Instead it's awkward and gawky and... a little bit silly-looking, if we're being honest, but that makes it all the more earnest. Here is Rosydawn at her rawest and most unfiltered, just her and her unabashed sun worship.

The final step in this whole process is murmuring a prayer: to Starclan, for guiding her to the Wake, to the Sun, for always warming her, and to all listening powers, that her time in sun might never be cut short.

Then, at last, she sleeps, and dreams of all the things that make life wonderful: warmth, softness, beauty, and blessed sunlight.

(442/500 words!)

Username: Embergleam
Kitten #: 2

Cat Name: Riverrun
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Clan: In The Wake Of Giants
Age: 1 Year
Prompt:
(Meant to continue directly from Rosydawn's entry!)

...at least until Riverrun comes along to ruin her fun.

Two-legs have a saying about actions having equal but opposite reactions. Riverrun is the 'equal but opposite' to Rosydawn. The bane of neat-freaks and sun-worshippers everywhere, she's never met a body of water she didn't like, and routinely makes it everyone's problem.

Take, for example, the humble mud puddle. Most cats would give such a nuisiance a wide berth. Riverrun, on the other paw, views mud pits as equal parts challenge and opportunity. Why carefully navigate around them when you can merrily sproing around the edges, mud squishing between your pawpads? Why flail for balance when one can simply embrace falling into the muddy depths? Once you've already got mud on your fur, is there really any harm in rolling around in a puddle of the stuff, splattering mud and water and less identifiable substances every which way? None whatsoever, if you ask her! Every mud puddle is thus an invitation for her to cause precisely the sort of merry havoc she lives for.

The end result, of course, is that Riverrun regularly ends up absolutely coated in mud. It clings to her ear tufts, forms masses in her fur, dangles in unpleasant clumps from her great floofy tail. None of this appears to bother her. If anything, she seems to enjoy turning into the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Worse yet, she feels a need to share her muddiness with anyone and everyone around her.

Rosydawn, being her sister and self-professed Hater Of All Things Unclean, is of course target number one. The first signal Riverrun's found a mud puddle is usually Rosydawn screeching obscenities from wherever she's been bathing. Signal number two is two blurs streaking through camp, one creamy tan, the other... ambiguously brown. Signal number three is the sheer amount of muck Riverrun manages to fling every which way when she inevitably ends up tackling Rosydawn to the ground. Then Rosydawn wriggles free, spewing profanities utterly at odds with her polished image, and pursues her walking biohazard of a sister straight out of camp.

(These games of chase somehow always end up circling back to the puddle where they began, where Riverrun cheerfully shoves her sister's face into the mud. Rosydawn retaliates by chasing her gremlin of a littermate to the nearest clean body of water for a thorough dunking. Both emerge clean, sputtering, and, yes, laughing.)

(No one else finds their antics nearly as funny as they do, but what else are siblings for?)

(419/500 words!)

[elliott.]

Username: elliott.
Kitten #: kit 1

Cat Name: tinykit -> tinybird
Gender: male [he/him]
Rank: kit
Clan: the hawthorns
Age: five moons
Prompt:
"C'mon, Tinykit! While Applebelly's out." Coyotekit hissed, her paw prodding at his side.

The kitten slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the sleepiness and letting out a soft groan in annoyance. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm sleeping?" Despite his complaints, he rolled over onto his belly, looking around at the soft glow of sunshine pushing through the branches of the nursery. "It's literally sunrise." He whined, a paw reaching out to push away his sister's face.

Coyotekit playfully nipped at Tinykit's toes, teeth just barely brushing against his skin. "Applebelly went out to say hello to Sharpwail before he heads out on patrols for today. We can sneak out without anyone noticing! Don't you want to go see the territory?" She exclaimed, her tail puffing out in excitement.

After a bit of whining and moping, Tinykit finally pulled himself to his paws, giving his coat a quick settle before finally standing. The two kits gave a quick look around to make sure Applebelly wasn't going to catch them in the middle of their antics, quickly sliding through the brush that grew on the outside of the nursery before bolting. Soft giggles rumbled in their chests as they barreled their way further and further from camp, the wind brushing through their fur and tussling the work they had done to smooth it down that morning.

They continued running until their little legs ached, Coyotekit launching herself at Tinykit and barreling him over. "I got you, criminal!" She cried playfully, small paws pummeling into her brother's shoulder and chest. The tom squealed, his hind legs pushing against Coyotekit's stomach to toss him off of her, hopping onto his toes and getting into a crouch he swore he saw one of the warriors do.

They tussled around for a while, enjoying their freedom out of the bounds of camp as the sun started rising higher and higher into the sky. It wasn't long before sleepiness started pulling on them, jaws parting in a yawn. Tinykit made his way to where the sun stretched out over the grass, urging Coyotekit over. "C'mon, Coyotekit. We can take a nap here. When we wake up, we can find our way home." He mumbled, laying down and stretching out over the grass.

Coyotekit slowly wandered towards her brother, curling up in the sunray, against his back. The two kits dozed off right there, comforted in the warmth of the sun and each other.

410/500 words.


Username: elliott.
Kitten #: kit 2

Cat Name: coyotekit-> coyotecry
Gender: female [she/her]
Rank: kit
Clan: the hawthorns
Age: five moons
Prompt:
She was trouble, a mischief maker. It was what she had been called since she was old enough to waddle around the nursery, pushing Tinykit out of the way in order to get the best bite of prey or to have more room in her nest. It was something that she didn't see as negative, however. Making trouble made her life more fun.

Which is why she was currently eyeing a large puddle in the middle of camp, the direct consequence of the rainy season. Applebelly, the permaqueen that tended to be the victim of all of her antics, was lounging peacefully next to it, stretched out on her side with her eyes closed. She was obviously enjoying a moment of peace away from her own kits, Magpiekit and Cedarkit, along with the other kits that ran rampant throughout the nursery. Oh, how Coyotekit longed to ruin it.

Her eyes took a glance around, making sure that her own mother wasn't watching. She'd definitely give her a cuff over the ears if she saw her terrorizing the queens, but what else was she to do? Tinykit was napping, as he usually did, and she was so bored. They really just needed to make her an apprentice already so that she could keep busy at all times.

Taking in a deep breath, she dug her toes into the sand beneath her before exhaling through her nose. With large bounds, she suddenly sprinted towards the puddle, keeping as quiet as she could with her small paws hitting the ground. Coyotekit took a large leap when she was close enough to the small gathering of water, letting out a delighted squeal as the water arose around her, coating the already-damp ground. The cold and dirty water soaked into her fur, plastering it to her skin and marking her dark pelt even darker.

After a moment of glee, stomping her paws into the water and letting it splash, she finally let herself look up, flushing at the sight of Applebelly. The queen had stood up at the first spray, her fur puffing out in irritation and surprise, gaze narrowing down at the kit. Sensing the scolding that was coming her way, Coyotekit squeaked, turning tail and fleeing towards the nursery, hoping to find some safety next to her brother.

386/500 words.

[SushiFoxx]

Username: SushiFoxx
Kitten #: 1

Cat Name: Thiana
Gender: female
Rank: youngling
Clan: Fallen Rose Kingdom
Age: 3 months
Prompt: 407 words

Thiana perked up, she was finally allowed outside the nursery, she wasn't going to let this moment go to waste! She silently scoured around, trying to find a nice spot before any of the other younglings stole her thunder. Finally she found a patch of sunlight between one of the patches of path, she promptly curled up and allowed herself to settle into the spot. Other younglings were puffing that she got the best spot of sun, and that she should share, but yet Thiana didn't move, simply grinning from under her paw.

Other younglings tried to shuffle her over, insisting she shared the spot with them. That was when the Nursery Attendants shooed the other younglings that were bothering her off, comforting them by saying there was probably some spots that would be just as good. It was a gentle comforting from the attendants, ensuring there were no youngling fights that would break out on their watch. Thiana finally lifted her head and beamed seeing how all the others had finally been shooed off. She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, however, seeing that all the other younglings had looks so disappointed in not being allowed to curl up in her spot of sun.

Finally, the guilt made her feel too bad and she relented into allowing the others to join her in her spot. Thiana stood and curled up in a smaller corner of the patch and allowed some of the others to join her, she had been curled up in the middle of the spot prior attempting to take up the whole spot. Now she was shifted over to one side so three, maybe four, other younglings could join her and lay in the perfect spot. Thiana could see as the others lit up happily, gleefully taking up the chance to curl up in the perfect spot.

The nursery attendants seemed almost surprised by her act of sacrifice, sure it was just a spot, but they all knew how much those spots could mean to the Younglings. As they watched Thiana allow the other younglings into her spot they smiled gently while trying to get the other settled outside. Thiana couldn't help but puff up as she spotted their approval, they were proud of her and she couldn't help but have that pride puff her up. Maybe it was silly, but seeing how proud they were of her made her feel proud of herself.

Username: SushiFoxx
Kitten #: 2

Cat Name: Emris
Gender: Male
Rank: Youngling
Clan: Fallen Rose Kingdom
Age: 3 months
Prompt: 450 words

Emris scrambled out of the nursery, moving as fast as possible after the downpour they had just experienced. The others were more cautious than he was, but Emris didn't care, he needed to move fast. After the previously dark sky had shifted away, he admired the charming blue the sky now had. His tail wagged out of pure excitement, Emris didn't know how to project his excitement properly and looked to just be running around aimlessly. Little did anyone else know, he was searching for one of the things he had only heard rumors about a 'puddle' or something along those lines.

That was when he suddenly tripped in one of those secret things. Water covered his whole face, mud coating his fur, clumping everything, but yet, he couldn't have been happier. The puddle was muddier than he had expected, put his reflection was showed before him. Emris couldn't help but light up, simply sitting over the puddle and staring at himself, Emris hadn't seen his reflection this clearly every before, and it was outstanding. Finally he could understand why cats enjoyed looking at themselves so much, he always looked at others so often, but now he could finally admire himself.

It was such a unique and outstanding realization for him, finally noticing just how different he looked from others, he had always picked apart the differences in cats, things that made them special, but now he could finally see his. Others had always told him he had amazing eyes, and he could see it now, his eyes almost sparkled in the light, his ears swiveled at the sight of himself. Emris didn't know what being self-centered was, but he had always heard that cats who would stare at themselves too much were called self-centered. Perhaps Emris was self-centered, whatever that meant at least.

When he finally looked up again, he could see clearer puddles around him, so he excitedly trotted over to sit in front of one of the cleaner puddles. In this new puddle, his appearance was even cooler in this one, he couldn't help but wiggle his tail excitedly and just stare at himself. It was such a new experience but he enjoyed it, it was almost pleasant to look at himself, see what made him different from everybody else. Emris smiled and just admired himself, enjoying the moment.

A few other younglings eventually joined him, and they all admired themselves, enjoying how they all looked. The nursery attendants, stumbling upon their silent shenanigans, just started chuckling at how encapsulated all the younglings looked. "C'mon kiddos.. lets head back inside.." They call to them all, slowly ushering them inside as they all chattered about how they looked.