[CSMintCat]

Your kalon goes beachcombing for spare parts, but they find something else in their search.
What do they uncover?
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How big was the hermit crab to have left behind a shell this size?!

[lovage]

fernmoon | sharkbait | team octopi | 446 words

sharkbait searched through the sand for any spare parts that could be hiding beneath the surface. it had been quite a long day of looking for parts, but it yielded nothing in her search. it was nearing sunset with the soft colors of the sky draining out for the darkness of the coming night. she grabbed a flashlight from out of her bag to continue on her search. the light barely shone on the sand and kept on going out. sharkbait rolled her eyes in annoyance then searched around through her bag to find the spare batteries. her eyes went to the ocean as she searched the bag. it was quite gorgeous to see the moon over the ocean that was quite distracting. when she went to grab a spare battery, it slipped through her fingers and onto the sand. she reached down then came across something hard that pitched her. startled, sharkbait took a step back to see what it was.

there was a crab with the battery above it body. the crab stared up at sharkbait before it scuttled across the sand. "you little battery thief! get back here with it," sharkbait growled before starting her chase after the small crab. before she knew it, she entered a cave and with the barely visible light from the flash light. frustration filled her as she kept on chasing it into the darkness through the twist and turns of the cave. the crab entered a larger part of the cave with a hole in the top to let in moon light. there before her was something that she didn't expect to see at all.

a large statue of a crab stood in the center of it with moon light like a spotlight on it and a pile of gifts before it. the crab that stole her battery moved through ranks of crabs to place it at the foot of the statue. then, the true weirdness began. each rank circled around statue and then clicked their claws in unison. larger crabs came from the darkness and started to do something with their claws, and the movements were repeated by the circling ranks. before anything got a bit too weird, sharkbait noped out of there before seeing how it ended.

exiting the cave, sharkbait called it a night before any other island weirdness got to her. a group of crabs worshipping a crab statue just raised too many questions that doesn't need answering. it could of easily resulted in a sacrifice of some kind with all of the gifts to that statue or worse. she wouldn't ever want to head back there in fears of figuring them out.

[King Andre]

Prompt 4
featured or mentioned: Anthony (registered), Musashi
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"Jheez the ship got wrecked harder than I thought." Anthony shook his curly hair, sending water flying in every direction. The young man fell backwards to lay on the sand, small parts of metal in shapes and forms Anthony wouldn't be able to recognize laid scattered by his feet. "I can't believe I didn't think to check the water right in front of the ship until now."

His hazel colored eyes drifted over to his left where the tall enigmatic ronin sat on the sand with his legs crossed.

"Yo sashi' you found any parts?"

The raven haired man simple signaled for his friend to come to where he sat.

"What is it?... Oh."

Before them was a dark brown, wooden blade with scratches running up and down its body. It was a cutlass, a sword mostly used by pirates and sailors hundreds of years ago. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it resembled a toy, however the the blade was clearly crafted with the purpose of being a weapon, the only question was why it was wooden. "This is so weird..." Anthony muttered, as his family were historically pirates, one of his grandfathers cutlass blades still hung in his fathers living room. So he knew firsthand how hard it would be to make a decent one out of wood.

"You want it?" Anthony spoke finally, noticing his friend seemed fascinated with the blade.

"I could not use it, its very old and would probably fall apart if I tried."

"Oh thats no problem." Anthony looked around him to ensure they were alone before placing his hands over the sword. The sand around it seemed to meld inside of the cuts, gradually becoming a part of the wood itself. Before long the sword was brand new, and Anthony handed it to friend. "Magic ignores conservation of mass usually but I don't have my wand so... wait is that my girlfriend?!"

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[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

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Captain gives you a surprised look as you present your findings from
the beach cleanup. That's certainly not garbage.

"I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ Sʜᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
Wʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ."

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Prompt Four is over, and Prompt Five is posted!

[skylark]

How does your kalon help him out?
aoi (ft. timothy) - day 5 - team squid - sign up
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practice makes perfect!

[Meridiem]

How does your kalon help him out?

"Well now you wont fall off the board?"

[-pidge]

Dᴏᴡɴ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴅᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟs, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ Tɪᴍᴏᴛʜʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴜʀꜰʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

“Help you to impress Marko?” Willow repeats. Little Timothy nods with hope flickering in his eyes.
“He told me about the handstand trick, and told me how long it took him, I thought if I did it, he could see how dedicated I am!”
“Oh-uh- well- you see..” Willow stops as she sees him lower his head and drops his ears. “I- mean- uh… sure! Yeah, pfft, how hard can it be? Let’s get out there young trooper!” Timothy's ears ping up. “Really? You gonna help me!?” He says, jumping up and down. Willow smiles at his reaction
“Now… um… go out there and I direct you… ok?” Willow awkwardly directs, hoping he doesn’t notice she’s winging this. She would’ve told him the truth, but she just could break his little heart like that, plus, she only JUST failed her surfing lessons, she wasn’t completely hopeless, at-least, that’s what she told herself.
As she looked out at Timothy, she noticed he had a thumbs up at her, gesturing he was ready for the next step. Great. Now what? “Uh… roll your shoulders back.. and uh, keep your eyes on where you’re going.” She was trying to recall what she had learned. “I think, I mean straighten your legs!” She called out to him. Or maybe, that’s what you’re not supposed to do… SPLASH, … yep, defiantly not what you're supposed to do. “Bend your knees!”
“- but you said-“
“Just do it!” She called, going red in the face.
“Okay?….” Door Timothy staggered back onto his board.
“Now.. Leant back, NO! Forward!” Willow rubbed her head, what was she doing? Timothy did as instructed, a little hesitantly, just to make sure she didn’t change her mind again.
“Now what?” He called out
“Place your hands on the center of the board”
“Uh-huh..”
“And um.. move you head so its inline with your arms, yeah like that! Now kick up! Yeah, you’re doing-” CRASH!
“Owwwchh” Timothy moans.
“You're ok! Try again!” He gives him a thumbs up.
“Ah- He’s such a sedulous kid, he makes me so proud!”
“Mmhmm, he’s got some energy in him“ She replies. Wait, who was she talking to? Turning her head she reveals...
“MARKO!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
“Oh, I hope I’m not a bother, I just wanted to see Timothy…”
Out of nowhere, she notices a massive wave forming behind him, her mouth drops, so does Marko’s.
“WATCH OUT!” They cry together, Timothy looks up and sees Marko, his facial reaction says it all, but he doesn't take notice of what's happening behind him.
Willow covers her eyes peeking through a gap in her fingers but doesn’t hear a scream. Slowly removing her hands from her view, she sees Timothy, in a wonky handstand skidding out of a tunnel wave.
“What did you teach him!?” Mako asked, as impressed as Willow was.
“Oh- um, just the basics…” She shrugs off the question with an ‘I totally taught him that’ sort of voice.

[cribunni]

|| l i i l y • prompt 4 • sign up • 618 words ||

The sun beat down on the island, heat rising above the ocean in their own waves. Prince sat on the unbelievably hot sand, watching crabs scuttle across the sand. Just as Prince began to be frightened by the sheer swarm of the small orange creatures, a hesitant tap on his shoulder gathered his attention. Oh! Hi Tim. What’s up, little man?” The boy was bright red from head to toe, and looked a little beat up. His hair stood in all directions, stiff from the salt water, and sand littered his fur. Timothy held a surfboard in both hands, a large crack stretching from end to end. Before Prince could utter a word, the boy began to cry. It took a lot of gentle cooing and warm smiles, but the boy finally took his hand and followed him to the other side of the island, where Prince found his surfboard to help the youngster out. He noticed the boy’s eyes glaze over once more as he watched the class of surfers today, a special attention being focused on the teacher himself. When they finally made it back to the secluded shore, Prince handed the board to Timothy’s unsure hands. He looked to Prince with a questioning glance, but the man just grinned and motioned to the water. “Show me what you’ve been workin’ on!” The excitements radiated off of the small boy as he raced out into the waves, delicately pulling himself up. All was well, until he tried his trick. Timothy topped a giant wave, balancing on his feet with precision. Prince cheered loudly from the sand, because this was the trick. Right? Timothy leapt from the board in a swift movement, planning to land in a handstand. Of course, gravity is always a force at work. When the boy drug himself back into shore, Prince chuckled lightly and patted the boy’s head. “Lets try this out on a.. smaller scale.” They waded into the shallows, the restless ocean constantly pushing at their feet. Prince kept the board steady as the boy got up, grinning almost evilly as he moved his hands. Timothy fell the first few times, yelling indignantly. When he finally stood on his own though, he cheered and shouted into the sky. Even if he did fall again, it was worth it. The two worked on his balance, Prince supporting his back as he flipped onto his hand. It took forever to balance everything out. Sometimes the board would float away, or sometimes flip completely and smack Prince in the back. On what seemed like the thousandth attempt, his handstand failed to send the board careening away. The boys’ cheers could be heard across the island as the steady sun sunk below the tree line. They practiced well into the night, excitement buzzing in their eyes as they parted to sleep for the night. Timothy dreamed of impressing his idol that night. He found he didn’t mind falling so often as they practiced. You have to fall to get up, sometimes.
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Rays of golden light danced across the waves, stained a crimson red color by the seeping morning sky. Mako stood on the beach, holding his board in tight grip. His ears pricked as two screams could he heard behind him. He turned his head just in time for two bodies to collide with his. Prince hoisted Mako up and pointed towards Timothy, who was already running towards the waves. Mako watched in awe as the boy stood perfectly on his hands, splashing into the water with a cheer. Mako looked to Prince, an eyebrow raised. “Don’t look at me. It was all him. He just had to fall a couple of times.”

[moondust405]

Caleb found the kit rather easily, given the fact Timothy was almost always by the tide pools. It was a bit of a comical sight, seeing such a small kalon trying to surf on a board much bigger than him. Caleb bit his cheek before shaking his head and headed towards the pink and white kit as he fell into the sea.
“Do you want some help? I’m new to surfing but I managed to pick it up pretty quickly,” the older kalon offered, stopping a few feet away. “I can- uh- I can leave, of course, if you’d rather that.” Caleb cringed at his own offer, but his face brightened as Timothy agreed.

“Alright, can you show me what you know so far- on the sand!”
Timothy had started to head back into the waves with the board, but begrudgingly stepped back.
“Alright.. you got the weight distribution down, but what are you trying to do?”
Caleb nodded as Timothy explained, before giving out some pointers and maybe an example or two.
Would Klarissa let him hear the end of this if she knew? Maybe. Probably. Right.
Flicking his tail through the air, Caleb put a paw on the board as he squinted at the slowly setting sun. “How about we spend the rest of the sunlight hunting for starfish and things and let the board dry off a bit?”

He totally got some pictures of both Timothy and himself covered in sand and with starfish stuck in their hair. [251]

[Zailune]