[Chippitty]

Username:
Hi! I'm Lyrics!

Name:
Spectre

Gender:
Male

Camping Story:
"And then.... The ghost jumped right behind thanks campers!!" the camp guide said. Spectre put a paw to his face, boredom was obvious. The rest of the campers laughed while he just sat by himself on one bench. Spectre sighed and looked at the night sky. The stars were bright, full of life.... Yet there they were. By the campfire, telling useless scary stories about as scary as Kalonbob Squarepants. Spectre was zoning out, making himself stray away from the voices when he heard a shuffle from the forest around them. What? Where did that come from?, he thought. His eyes moved and he saw a silhouette. The rest of the campers were distracted so he walked away, quietly and carefully. He barely made any sound. Like a ghost. The silhoutte tirned and it had bright orange eyes. It had smoke the color of flames that pierced his soul. No, stay away from it.., he told himself. But he couldn't get himself to do it. The silhoutte stared, eyes squinting. Spectre's breathing got faster. The silhoutte took two steps back and ran. Spectre did the logical thing, and ran after it. He panted, his paws ached and his mind raced. What am I doing?! I can't control myself!, he continued to run. The creature took a quick turn. Spectre couldn't be as fast and crashed into some bushes. He screamed. The fall was hard and barely cushoined by the bushes. He stood up and took the leaves off his fur. Darn! Lost it. The creature was gone and Spectre walked ahead, wondering where it went. The sound of water can be heard and the smell of moist soil was present. In front of him was a beautiful lake. Fishes of various colors swam in it and the reflection of the moon was the cherry on top. The stars rippled in the water like oracles telling a story. He was awed by the sight. He took a step forward and felt something underneath his paw. A paw-print? Spectre looked around. No one. "Spectre! Spectre where are you?!" the camp guide! He knew he should've never left. But he was brought there for a reason... A reason he didn't yet know and didn't yet understand.
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Someone dropped out, so ONE more entry slot is open.

[Master of Nothing]

Username: Master of Nothing
Name: Ashley
Gender: male
Camping Story:
Ashley lay his backpack against a log and lay down, using the backpack as a pillow. His tent was within an arm's reach, but why should he bother cooping himself up there when it was so beautiful outside? Isn't that why people camp, anyway? To get a taste of nature? He sighed and loosened his muscles. He didn't realize how tight they were. It felt nice to be free of stress for once. Above him, the world was pitch black, illuminated only by a few shy stars. While all of the Kalons were beginning to fall asleep, the stars began their slow process of waking up. It was beautiful. Every few minutes, two or three stars would allow themselves to be seen by the silent world below. Marvelous. A bat flew scarcely a foot above Ashley's head.
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I still have until the end of today, yes? ;u;
Res!

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My apologies for the triple post, but...
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[HellyBoo]

Good luck all! Super excited about this one!

[G1 Sunstreaker]

//breathes heavily
Good luck to all!!

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Here is the winner... Congrats to TILL ALL ARE ONE on Nickolaus!
The story was entertaining and very well written, my only regret is that I wanted to know the story he told haha. Xd But I think it is good as is. Take care of him.

Username: TILL ALL ARE ONE
Name: Nickolaus {German form of Nicholas; "victory of the people"}
Gender: M
Camping Story:
ideas are circling eeee i think i got one tho

WW"No. No we're not doing that."
WW"Whaat? Why not?"
WW"We are not sitting around and telling ghost stories like a bunch of kits."
WW"Ghost stories are a tradition, not a kid's game, Winston."
WWThe spotted purple kalon scowled, poking his marshmallow prong into the stone fire pit. A flurry of sparks spiraled into the humid air, glowing sharply against the black night sky. "Yeah...a childish tradition."
WWA small, indignant meow echoed from the tiny calico cat curled against the side of a green-and-white kalon, who laughed at the cat's reaction. "Why does that matter? It's still fun. So long as it's fun, it works for me."
WWMazie's nose scrunched as squinted at Winston. "I agree. And I know Nickolaus does, because he's the one who suggested it."
WWSilver flashed in the firelight as a minty tail swept across the moist, crumbly ground, whisking a few dead leaves towards the firewood pile. Nickolaus smiled breezily, his eyes alight with mirth. "You aren't scared now, are you, Winston?"
WWWinston set his marshmallow prong down roughly, lifting a glare towards the smirking kalon. The flickering shadows cast by the flames set an almost sinister tone to his expression, though Nickolaus wasn't frightened in the slightest.
WW"I am no such thing! In fact that is precisely why I detest ghost stories. They're always terrible. Never are they ever good enough to even cause a chill. Everyone knows that! Is it not bad enough that you all dragged me out here? Now you have to torture me with bad stories about white bedsheets and creaky doors?"
WWMazie giggled, rocking back and forth on her tail in the fine dirt. "That's not how they work!"
WW"Indeed, Mazie," Nickolaus hummed. His soft German accent thickened slightly as he lowered his pitch, tilting his head slightly. "They're an art. And a particularly difficult one, at that. That's probably why you don't like them; you've never been in the presence of a master--such as myself."
WWWinston scoffed, a smirk rising to his face as he cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really now? That's my problem? Not simply 'I don't like ghost stories because they're always dumb'?"
WWNickolaus nodded matter-of-factly, raising a large stick with a blackened tip as he did so. He prodded a stray log into the core of the dancing flames, ears twitching as his sensitive hearing picked up the faint hisses of gas escaping pockets of sap. The movement caused another spray of sparks, and Riskie's tail flicked nervously from her spot next to Eitan. The stick, now smoking, was laid aside in a scraggly patch of baby grass.
WWThe four kalons were quiet as Nickolaus sat up, slowly drawing himself upright. His stance took on a regal quality, and Mazie, catching the que, rolled from her side to her belly, her tail swirling excitedly as she propped her head on her elbows. Winston sent her a confused scowl.
WWNickolaus' grave expression remained firm as he studied each one of them thoughtfully. Eitan cocked his head to the side when Nickolaus' stare passed over him, meeting his gaze with raised eyebrows.
WW"I've always had a select few stories that I most like to relate. One of them is gory. Blood, guts, vicious, brutal acts, geared on adrenaline and quick thinking. One of them is exciting, full of action and adventure hung on a spine built from fear."
WWWinston's eyebrows had drawn down across his forehead, eyes trained on Nickolaus' intently. Mazie lay quivering with excitement and rising goosebumps, tail still wavering happily. Eitan was still but for one paw, stroking the drowsy Riskie whom was sprawled in front of his chest.
WW"But my favorite one to tell is the more mysterious of the three, one that I cannot even say for myself I know the answer to..."
WWNickolaus' eyes were intense, his expression demanding attention as much as it captivated it. He immersed himself into his own haunting words, animated gestures accompanying every scene, full of life and exuberance. The three listeners were enraptured in the fantastical yet believable story, their fur rising as they drew in closer to themselves subconsciously. What could have been minutes, what could have been hours passed as he related his tale.
WWHis voice faded and silence fell. Crickets and the crackling fire were the only audible sounds. Mazie was hugging her tail, a shade paler than she had been, and Riskie was no longer drowsy, instead curled up in between Eitan's stiff paws.
WWNickolaus spared a nonchalant glance towards Winston, feigning disinterest as he gauged his appearance.
WWHe was pleased to note the violet kalon's pallid demeanor and flexed toes, muscles rigid and tail curled tightly around his front legs. He masked his glee swiftly, opening his mouth to speak.
WWA sharp pop echoed from the fire, and all five present jumped badly. Riskie flew to her paws and darted behind Eitan with an alarmed hiss as Mazie squeaked, eyes wide, and Winston gave a sharp, short yell.
WWNickolaus made a valiant attempt to recover his previous air, but the tension was broken, and after a moment Eitan started laughing. He was joined quickly by his fellow campers, and their campsite erupted into raucous hysterics.
WWNickolaus was the first to cool down, and his whiskers twitched as he flashed a saccharine smile towards his fellows. "Anyone want to go next?"
WWMazie shook her head furiously. "No way! That was amazing, Nikolaus! You're a brilliant storyteller!"
WWNikolaus grinned despite himself. "Thanks, Mazie."
WWFrom his lax position on the opposite side of the fire, Eitan quipped, "A solid ten out of ten."
WWSimultaneously, they all turned to face Winston.
WWHe flushed, blotting out the violet in his cheeks as he burst out, "OKAY, okay, fine, you win! That was a good ghost story. Nice job, Nick."
WWNickolaus' smile faltered. "Don't...don't call me that. Thank you, however. I quite enjoyed myself."
WWEitan hummed agreeably, throwing on a fake accent as he pressed his lips and declared, "A fine show indeed! Splendid job, my dear old chap!"
WWNickolaus beamed, rocking back in his haunches in pride as Winston sighed and leaned back. "Well, I'm gonna cook me one last marshmallow before I head off to bed, or whatever you call a giant rustly sock in a hollow fabric triangle in the middle of the woods. Anyone want another?"
WWMazie gave him a disappointed look. "It's called roasting, Winston, not cooking."
WWA quiet "me please" came from Eitan as Winston shrugged, digging around in the marshmallow bag. "Cook, roast, same thing. The only difference is one is on a stick."
WWMazie frowned, even as he passed her two marshmallows. "Nooo, there's a lot of differences. There's more to roasting marshmallows than a stick."
WWShe leaned around the fire pit to stretch out Nickolaus' marshmallow, which he reached forward to take as Eitan caught his two and handed one to Riskie. "No, no, not really. There's hardly a difference."
WWMazie made an injured noise, and as they began to squabble, Nikolaus looked across the snapping fire and caught Eitan's eye. A matching pair of slow grins rose on their faces as Riskie hopped onto Eitan's head, meowing as she played with her marshmallow.
WWThe thin column of smoke trailing from the small clearing in the woods remained until dawn.

[r.ddler]

omg so glad you one Till babe!