let's light this place up ; open, FESTIVAL

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    [justify][sub]The Clan needed to have another fun thing to do, after the ship crashing and Queen Jinx dying. So why not a festival? Arthur did have the power to hold one, being a deputy. It would take place in the garden he and Substitute had created. Freshkill was laid out in a neat pile to the right, and near the stream was fresh water for drinking. Little lanterns that the canine had found in the lower deck of the ship hung above, illuminating the area. With Art's telepathy he could create some cool illusions to play around with. Everything was all set!


    "COME PARTY GUYS! JOIN THE FUN!"
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 1px; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]☆ Grym entered the scene and looked around. "Festivals are always fun." she purred.


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    "Hey, Arty," Incisor barked, grinning as he cast his olive gaze over the lanterns and decorations. "Nice job on the decorating!"


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    Cerulean plodded over, eyes dull. Wow, her life the past few days was like heaven on earth...not. Oh, maybe thus would cheer her up.

    Virginia padded into the garden, looking up at the lanterns. A small grin touched her maw. She rather liked the way the lanterns hung. The scruffy-furred female trotted over to Arthur. "This looks wonderful, Arthur," she commented to the deputy.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 1px; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]☆ "Yeah, I agree with Virginia." Grym purred while looking at her mentor who seemed sad. The serval padded over and sat next to Cerry. "A-are you ok?"[/fancypost]

    Frost that froms on leaf smiled as she padded over. "A party cool!" She meowed with a smile. Hopefully, it would get her mind in a good place and not a bad one. For the past few days she was filling more, and more crazy. Losing her mom, a friend, and a killing attempt. All of this with the fact the that gods have left us. Made her fell crazy in other words, mad.

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    "Thanks guys! Glad you all like it!" the canine replied with a smile, as he noticed his Clan-mates gathering in the garden. "We can play some games if you'd all like to." Artie added, hide and go seek would be fun, since the garden had bushes and logs and vines to climb.
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    - Arthur -
    ( male deputy of ScarClan )
    ( son of unknown & unknown )
    ( telepathy & absorb spirits )




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    Facade padded around the camp the 11 moon old black Savannah was very lonely and had no friends in the clan he wasn't even allowed to fight with to others.

    Leroy flew over. The cockatoo found the lanterns rather interesting and after giving Arthur a quick nod to say that he thought everything was good the avian examined the objects.

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    "Oh yeah!" Jubilate grinned. A party, just what they needed! Oh yeah. She liked the sound of the games, and the decorations were beautiful. Where did he find the lartens? Sh needed them to decorate her nest! My, people would find the light annoying.


    "Yay!" Tori grinned. A party, perfect! "Awesome Artie!" the Elite in Training added.

    [align=left][font=georgia]A party? Prophetae resisted the urge to grimace. There was nothing wrong with a party. Just that, he strangely found himself tired whenever he tried to join in and have fun. Perhaps Prophetae was just too quiet. He did like his peace and quiet. Perhaps he could still watch if he stood near the edge? Perhaps.

    Zeroground padded out of the ship, his eyes sparkling for what seemed to be the first time in ages. Well, he wasn't very active at the moment due to Lubyanka's death, but that didn't take away the fun he would have with Scarclan. He needed to find all of his friends so they could join in with the fun, well he at least needed to find one. That would make the party even more fun to him.

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    "Come on Zeusy! Go faster! Your so slow!"
    "Your heavy ma'am."
    "CALL ME TY FOR THE LAST TIME!!"
    A small argument between an avian and a feline could be heard as a Tyringepaw was dragged out from the ship like a sack of potatoes by her male pet Golden Eagle, Zeusidon. The carnivorious avian dropped Ty so she faceplanted into the ground, causing her to let out a startled cry as the brown and golden bird of prey flipped her onto her side to face the party.
    "Next time I can walk...you are so dead..."
    "You're welcome ma'am."
    "Shut up, just shut up."
    "....."
    "......"
    "....."
    "...what?..."
    "Nothing ma'am."
    "SHTAP CALLIN ME DAT!"
    Again with the arguing, Ty ended up sounding like a two moon old at her last remark, growling as she hit her avian friend, the cried out like a baby and curled into a ball to comfort her 'wounded' paw.
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    "A party? Oh yeah!" The golden eagle cawed, voice probably inaudible from the air she was currently traversing. She tucked her right wing in, doing a small barrel roll to the side before flattening out and partially diving towards the ground. She flapped her wings hard to slow her descent and then landed lightly. "This is what I'm talking about. Nice decorations."




    Let's get it started! She yelled telepathically to all the minds in the vicinity, should their roleplayer allow them to hear it. "So what now?" She cawed with a shake of her tail feathers.

    This would be his first party in ScarClan, and he did not want to miss it. Invisibility masking him, Rojo sauntered over, unseen, and glanced around for someone he knew well. The dingo then flinched as he heard the telepathic yell, giving his head a rough shake. Padding over to Fournir, he turned visible, grinning at his friend. "You got telepathy? Awesome," he commented, tail wagging.

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    "Partttyyy!" Chirped Californiapaw as she danced under the glowing lanterns. The calico loved parties. The dancing, the food, the boys.
    Looking around, Cali wondered if Radio would be here. She had grown to have a crush on him, and felt a sense of love when she was around him, a feeling she had never felt for anyone else. Except Nathan, Cali had liked him too.
    But if neither of them showed, she'd just have fun with another Tom.


    "FINALLY" Breakpaw snorted, an amused grin on her scarred muzzle as the tomboy bounded over to Arthur, nodding with approval. "Your a hero Artie" she praised, chuckling in response and glancing around the venue.