[Swishy & Broken]

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Ripples danced, whorls skipping along the lake’s crystalline surface. With the sweet breeze, it was the perfect day for a swim. With one exception.

"I don't know, Birch." Beside him, Cliff chuckled, a note too high, inching farther and farther from the lake's edge. His light curls bobbed as he fiddled with his worn cargo bag. "I should probably just deliver these letters! I'm sure Furzetuft wants these right away━"

"Wait." He slid a paw forward, tail tracing slow, reassuring circles along Cliff’s back. His voice eased to a hush. "I'll let you in on a secret."

"A secret?"

"Legends once said the stars danced in this lake. Their dance lit up the night and left stardust, well… everywhere!" He grinned, wading into the waters. "Now, that dust exists as treasure ━ stuck at the bottom of the lake. But every so often, a fish will bring a thing or two up here in the shallow areas. Say… would you like to take a peak?"

Soft green eyes caught his, a tentative spark within. "I…"

"It's safe, I promise." Gently, he extended a paw. "I'll be right here."

A pause, then two. Three.

Slowly, a warm paw settled into his, accompanied with a tiny nod.

[Swishy & Broken]

Spot the Monster!
Hana, mischievous as always, has started a rumor that the lake has a monster that lives at the every deepest spot. She says if any camper sees the monster, they'll have good luck for the rest of their life. For the last day of Fishing, Cliff and Birchmist have decided to let campers play around and just have fun. Why not spend some time hunting for this so-called monster?


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[day 1 results]
* Additional tasks/activities may be added to this mechanic as the event progresses !

[Swishy & Broken]

The first round of Fishing will begin 7/14 !

EDIT; this activity is open <3

[sweathie]

Username: sweathie
Sign-up Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=124&t=4758450&p=138911913#p138911913
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noclue paced around the river, unsure of what exactly to do. bugclan's territory doesn't have much water in it, so he's not used to fishing. he saw the shadow of a fish dart by, and he pounced, smashing his face into the water. the fish was out of his reach, however, and he pulled his dripping face out of the water, upset. it seemed like his commotion scared off anything else swimming around him, so he pulled himself back to the shore and waited patiently for more fish to show up.

[Restful Dead]

Username: δρεπάνι
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Blurb: Pupfish wasn't a hunter. He wasn't even sure where to begin when it came to catching a fish. Fish were rarely seen back home, considering how there were very few water sources large enough to support them. But, he was named after a fish. Perhaps all he needed was to think like a fish. Be the fish. Without another thought, Pupfish dove into the lake and did his best to swim around and be like...well, a fish. It was actually pretty fun, and the water wasn't that scary, and maybe he had been a fish in the previous life, and...huh? What was he supposed to be doing again?

[cinerious]

Username: cinerious
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Sassy sidles up to the lake, trying to pretend her fur wasn't on end, tail fluffed in anticipation of being this close to a deep source of water. She hasn't fished before, or rather, not in anything deeper than her water bowl back at the two-legs place.
Glancing left and right she watched the others picking their way across rocks to reach deeper water, or fishing directly off the dock. Others were just wading right into the water to swim for it! Seeing each cat returning with spoils harkened her forward, giving her a flush of confidence.
Lightly picking her way around the lake, she found a spot of rocks where there was not yet paws, mimicking the crouch of the others, making sure her tail isn't in the water behind her, and waits...

[Shiver Hohojiro]

Username: Sha the Sheep
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It wasn't often that Haywing had the opportunity to fish for himself, given that he was the Clan of the Sea Breeze's messenger, not one of their hunters. But it wasn't like he hated the task, either - in fact, he rather enjoyed it! It had been one of his favorite ways of hunting before joining the clan, and he still enjoyed it.

He steps into the water without much thought, slipping through the shallows until he finds a place to perch. There he hovers at the edges, careful not to lean over the water and cast a shadow, paw hovering as he waits.

[0Zero0]

Username: 0Zero0 780482
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Blurb: Kinan stared onward. How did he end up here? the thoughts of chemical reactions between water and heat turning to steam, or diluting poisons to reduce there flavor. What was the reason for these benign way of thinking was to pool of liquid that had arose in front of him. It's vibrant color swirled endlessly eyes gazing in wonder and amusement. Finally the thought to him that this wasn't his cauldron. No, he had left that very object at home, and he was out and about in the world.

Think of that, he had left his abode and entered the real world. Perhaps he could find some poppies for his girlfriend. Wandering around aimlessly the feline found himself trudging through water examining the strange plants and creatures swimming around. "The fish bones these creature posses will be marvelous tools." With that he forgot his previous inquiry and turned to this new one.

[ArtMajor]

Username: ArtMajor
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Blurb: Sparrowheart's tail rippled as he padded along the shore. Fishing was no new task to him, having been one of the main ways Shoreclan would gather their food, and Smokeclan was hardly any different, living on the same island. The tom stepped a few lengths into the water, until the crystalline waves rippled along his underbelly. His next task was to remain still until the fish began to ignore him, and swim close. Then, when the moment was right...strike.

[Adamented]

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This was going to be a breeze. From the moment he heard the news from Fennel about the camp, he knew he had to be here. Harja's trip was a long one, but as a new Gladerunner it was nothing compared to the training he has faced. Living in a place with many water sources, marsh dwelling animals and fish were a pretty common prey among his nomadic group of Wanderers. It was a shame he couldn't have his found family with him or even his mentor Leijona, but she had her own responsibilities to the group and they had to keep moving while the weather was amicable.

In the meantime, he was here to represent them... and take a deeply well needed rest. He'd pushed himself really hard in the early days of his promotion, once a mediocre Gladehunter. Harja felt nothing but pride for his new role and he'd be sure to bring nothing but honor and respect to the Gladewood Wanderers, who trusted him enough to send him ahead to this event.

It would be the first time the Wanderers had gotten involved in something like this, so he'd have to make the most of it on behalf of them. Starting with something he could show off his skills in, something that would let him stretch his wings... or, fins maybe? He wasn't the best fisher among all of the Wanderers, at least he wasn't that he knew of, but as a Gladehunter it was a necessary resource as a skill to be a strong swimmer and to be at least passably capable of scooping up the smaller river fish and fighting off the more dangerous water dwelling predators that lurked in murky depths.

These depths on the other had were crystal clear and cold as glaciers, refreshing to the unusually dry warm air. The Gladewood was extremely muggy all the time, the humidity practically choking the air from your lungs, but here it was much easier to breathe. Almost overwhelmingly so, with its gentle cool breeze. Harja was used to soft banks and he never thought that would be a disadvantage, until he picked his way along the lakeside over smooth stones and jagged pebbles that settled between them, his paws ached. He tried to pick his way more carefully, until he reached a quiet spot on the bank and looked down into the water...

Gently, he put one paw forward to steady himself, another primmed and ready. Ready to strike like lightning, to scoop up the first trout to pass his nose right into the air and onto the rocky shore. He lowered himself further, belly fur brushing the ground... He held his breath as a shadow began to creep closer within the water, narrow and small with glittering silver scales...

"Caught anything good yet?" A voice chirped from behind him, startling him suddenly. His raised paw slammed down onto the wet rock side as his body lurched forward in surprise, before he knew it he could feel himself tumbling forward. Head over tail, into the drink he went, yelping as the splash startled any potential prey away for many lengths. The cold current rushed between his fur and sunk into his skin, it was relieving, and yet it also numbed him uncomfortably. Harja yowled in frustration at his loss, paddling himself to the edge of the rocky shore where he tread water to stay afloat.

"Hana," Harja gasped with exasperation, "why would you ever do that?" His irritation was evident in his voice, but it didn't seem to offend her. The snow-pelted molly trembled with stifled laughter and an amusement danced in her lively cerulean and honey bicolored eyes, he couldn't stay mad at her, and she must have felt at least a little remorseful because she dipped down to get her teeth on his scruff to help him find leverage along the bank to scramble his way out of the lake.

Hana laughed almost the whole way back to camp as he tried to shake the chill from his fur, "You look like a drowned rat!" she had said at some point and he only grumbled, a secretively kept smile given only to himself as he turned his head away from her.

It was pretty funny, after all. He'd have more chances to find fish, later. He'd just have to sneak away from her first.