[Swishy & Broken]

The following players have earned an event token;
whovian5EVA
featheredlocust
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The following players have earned a team point and an item;
goatmom - boon of fertility
coffee.berry - gravity's pull
deercan - shooting star

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Swiss - 1 for this activity, 73 in total
Ricotta - 1 for this activity, 68 in total
Brie - 1 for this activity, 65 in total

Swishy will be keeping a running total of EXP earned through writing blurbs for each event, which will be released at the end of Camp Charcuterie for your ease when linking in explore later down the line <3

[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Sign up link: [x]
Blurb/Art:

The thing that reminds Harja most of home is when he wakes earlier in the morning, before the other campers, and steps outside before even the sun has risen. Only the sound of early birds chirping and singing and the hum of insects in the silent morning occupies the world, he can just sit by the lake and remember the rivers back home, where the crickets sang in the early mornings just like they do here.

Admittedly, Harja is feeling a bit homesick, but he'll do anything to make the Wanderers and Myistera proud. It's not for too much longer anyways, then he can return to the distant world that calls to him, beckoning him back.

[miraphoenix]

Username: miraphoenix
Sign-up Link: Here!
Blurb/Art:

Something that reminded them of home... Sunshore blinked, tears involuntarily blossoming in their eyes.
"Well, Snow," they began, curling up next to Zahrek, who was already asleep. "Which home do you mean?"

In the silence that followed, Sunshore continued.
"Because if you mean my first home, Forest's Heart? Being here, in this time, with all of these cats... I haven't seen so many cats since I slipped away with the Timelost. Seeing all of these faces reminds me of the big clan meetings, when Havenclan would meet up with their neighbors. The trees remind me of my home in Havenclan, too, and the water with the fish."

"But Forest's Heart stopped being my home when the mist took us, all the Timelost and me, back to distant history. I've seen the rocks beneath our feet when they were mud; if you look closely one of these nights, maybe you'll find our pawprints as we wander. When it is our time, and we join the ancestors, maybe our bones will become rock, too, and you'll see us then, like you sometimes see the bones of great beasts in the walls of caves."

"A lot of the Timelost aim to get back to Forest's Heart someday, but... We've wandered for moons now, and we haven't gotten any closer to finding that time, that place. I've seen giant monsters, taller than the trees; I've wandered riverbanks when there were no plants to pad my pawsteps. Even if I got back to Forest's Heart, would that place still be my home? Could it be my home, locked in one time? And besides, what would become of Zahrek? They've never liked cold winters, when the air fills with snow and the trees sparkle with hoarfrost."

Sunshore paused for a long moment here, staring up into the stars.

"Traveling like this... That's my home now. Waking up in the morning, seeing good old beaky here... That's what reminds me that I'm okay, that I'm doing alright. My home is where my friends are, and after all of this... I'd be glad to call any of you friends."

[Griff]

Username: Griff
Sign up link: Here!
Blurb/Art:

Crowcall regarded Snow with a slight tilt of his head. "Something that reminds me of home huh?" he asks, taking a moment to pace in a circle before plopping down, tail swishing idly behind him. "Well, my clan lives by the ocean. So... the sounds of the waves. I miss those. I mean I know we live in a tree but... we can still hear the ocean at night. Helps us all sleep. Like a natural lullaby, a heartbeat of the wild! Let me see, what else..." He hums, tail swishing again.

"White flowers, for Blossomcrown. Gulls. There are no gulls here to catch and its driving me crazy! Also crabs, you need CRABS. They are delicious! And eeeeh, even Emberstar's stern look I guess. He's a mousebutt but he's OUR mousebutt you know. And Blossomcrown... oh wait I said that already but you know. Worth mentioning twice! OH! At least there are no palmetto bugs here though. BLECK. And there are mice so I guess it could be worse. And maaaaybe the company is alright too..." He stares at Snow. "But don't tell anyone I said that! They might start thinkin' I like 'em or somethin'l!"

[canadianhowl]

Username: dascanadiansparkle
Sign-up Link: click
Art/Blurb: Home?

Firestrike thought for a second before smiling. The nice lush forest and grass fields… the cool breeze up in the mountains and fresh waters… most importantly… his family. His mate and his four kits. Oh how he missed the five of them. His friends as well…

[Goatmom]

Username: Goatmom
Sign up link: Here
Blurb/Art: 
Swallowflight closes his eyes and invisions a large opening clearly with a few bush dens, a half buried log, a couple borders forming the leader amd medicine cat den.

But what reminds him most of home is the largest of the old moss and Fern filled oaks that surround the camps clearing. It is in this oak that the owl that had taken him as a kit had nested in so many moons ago.

Now the owl is gone and his clan lives in the clearing. This is his home now ...

[Deercan]

Username: Deercan
Sign up link: 💚
Blurb/Art:

"I travel a lot, as you may know," the messenger begins, having settled into a comfortable spot, "so it's not uncommon for me to be away from camp for a while when I have an important gift to deliver. Since I normally don't bring along another cat with me, it can get really lonely sometimes, especially on those long trips. I'm always so happy to return back to the castle and just lay around the other cats and chatter with them, I guess it's the constant buzz of the busy camp that really reminds me of home."

She glances around the camp, and just for a moment the colourful cat looks like she could cry. "It's.. really different here, I'll admit. I love being around all these other cats, and hey, I even got to see my friend Cliff!! I've been having so much fun, and I'd come back here again at any chance I get, haha! Sometimes my heart aches though, and I wish I could be back and be around all of the cats I love and miss; but then, I remember what I always do when I get a bit homesick on my long delivery runs- especially the ones at night fall."

He points with a claw up at the sky, (or perhaps the twoleg den ceiling, if we so happen to be in there at this moment), and to the moon in particular. She grins, "I always look to the moon, because no matter where I go, it's always there! It always makes me happy just knowing that the moon I smile at is the same my clanmates are looking up at right now through the windows of the castle.. it's kind of sweet, ya know? It helps connect us all even when we're so far apart.. oh, I really do love the night sky."

The cat sniffles, and it's clear that they got emotional. "Even when I leave camp and head back home, I know that you'll all also be looking at the same moon too! So that all the friends I made here will still be with me, in our own special way under the stars." Sundew smiles, her eyes shining bright.

[hallowitch]

Username: Hallowitch
Sign up link: HERE <3
Blurb/Art: Goldfleck has a lot of twoleg things at home, and his favourite is this oddly-shapped shiny stick. It's kind of round at one end and looks like a stick that got flattened. He likes the weight of it and likes to push it around. When he's sleepy, he stares at the carving in it. (its a spoon. silly kit. <3)

[LittleMaple]

Username: LittleMaple
Sign up link: OG xx eveningstar
Blurb/Art:
Eveningstar felt her heart soften at the question. Her home. After Starclan started to disappear and the Lost Ones started to show themselves, Eveningstar didn't have much "home" left. All of Aetherclan had left, except for a few, who sadly died the coming winter. Eveningstar had been a rogue before they took her in, so she didn't have much home before Aetherclan. Being forced to watch as it slowly dwindled until only she was left made her wonder sometimes if it could even be called a home. She knew in her bones though, that Aetherclan was where she belonged, and that it would always be a home for her. When she thought about what reminded her of it, she remembered her, quite silly, talent show act of carving. Yes, it wasn't something crazy or big, but carving reminded her of home. It reminded her of the stories elders used to say and tall tales that the queens spun. Not to mention the messengers' warnings and tidbits of information. So, yeah. That was it. Carving, reminded her of her real home, in Aetherclan.

[Vinson]

Username: Vinson
Sign up link: here
Blurb/Art:

“Home?” Smolder asked quietly, sitting down on the cushions that Snow had amassed. “Well…my home has many parts to it, but this thing I miss the most out here is actually the noise, the bustle, the energy.”
He tried to think of a good way to explain it. They sat in silence for a minute.
“You see, it’s just. It’s just too quiet out here. Sure, there’s noise from all of the campers, and the birds chirp, and the trees sway in the breeze. When I came here it was peaceful, for a while. But I started to miss the hum and the heartbeat of the city. The wailing sirens, the noise from the color changing lights, the constant chug of cars and trucks. Street vendors yelling, dogs barking, gulls screaming. Human noise is loud and raucous, and likely overwhelming if you haven’t been in it before, but our whole clan can break down the noise and read it. The noise at the color changing lights tells you it’s safe to cross the street, the sirens mean there might be a fire, the gulls scream at each other when fighting over food, which means they’re distracted and easy prey. The click of silver at outdoor restaurants means there’s food to be had, and street vendors never lock up their meat. It only takes a team of two to steal from them,” he reminisced, eyes shining.
“The city is alive, and it makes countless noises, loud and quiet, important and unimportant. But out here, with the chance for silence at any moment, my ears ring and I’m on alert. Silence in the city never means anything good,” Smolder flicked an ear back, kneading into the pillows.
“Our home may be unconventional and loud and nestled in the heart of a city, but we’re still a clan. And the city will always be my home.”