Open Skull Badge Event || Marshmallow Scavenger Hunt!

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    ((Wow! I fall asleep and this is what happens XD))



    ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hearing her dad's yowl echo all around the territory little Hathor perked her head in the air "A hunt? marshmallows? eating? Hell yeah I'm there!" And with those words spoken nothing could stop this little tornado that sprinted towards the forest like unstoppable force of dirt and light brown fur. As she got neared her eyes caught on a familiar black furred tom, with a wild smirk on her face the boyish looking female skidded to a stop and positioned herself to be just behind Azeri. With her paws itching with adrenaline she stalked the top for a bit before pouncing on him, attempting to land one of her ambushes again by landing on his back


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]lily grinned and led him off to get a marshmallow hanging from a low tree branch. seeing as she couldn't reach, she frowned and then scrambled on Leon's back and stretched, retrieving it.

    Flight smiled in faint amusement, remembering the Eyeball Hunt that she and Nez had participated in. She glanced at everyone scurrying off and, suddenly caught up in the excitement, raced off after them, taking her own path down to the ocean on the rocks. She shied away from where Sundiata had fallen and padded farther along the beach, scenting the air hopefully.


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    The tom, too, vaguely remembered fishing around for the eyeballs. It was a much more disgusting and much less tasty hunt. Finding a crowd of bushes, the 18-moon-old scourged the area until he found about ten. Repeating his earlier process, the tom continued on with his leaf-bag.


    Along the edge of a small pound were several cracks and crevices were he found half a dozen marshmallows or so. The shanghai was about to live when he noticed white specks glittering in places inside the small creek. Setting his bag down, Flick laid at the edge of the pond and felt a paw sink into the half-frozen water. With a small shiver, the white front foot came up with about four more fluff balls. Popping one in his mouth, turns out they taste just as good when wet, the tux poured the rest into the bag and later into the ground.


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    Flight hopped down onto the more sandy part of the beach and glanced up at the rocks, where she could see the occasional marshmallow stuffed invitingly in the cracks. She wormed her paw in and dislodged three, then nibbled hesitantly at one, surprised by the taste.


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    Escaping from the woodland area, the tom ending up sinking white paws into soft sand. It was early morning so the beach wasn't scorching hot yet, a perfect time for him to dig. Examining the fold of grain, the shanghai was able to notice certain rough patches or mix-matched coloring in several places. Digging up the areas, he came up with 14 mallows all together. Grinning, the tom stored them once again.


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    Flight bit a little more off the marshmallow, then hesitated- and stuffed it in her mouth. It puffed up her cheeks with its size, but she managed to swallow the sugary behemoth. She scanned the beach for something she could carry the rest of them in.


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    ooc: Yes, Hathor is here. xD
    And she got him every time. Since the obsidian black tom was on the territory of Skulls he didn't think to check his surroundings but for marshmallows. His amber optics brightened as he had caught sight of a marshmallow in a branch but the weight of another had him tumble in the dirt. With a gasp of surprise he lifted his face out of the dirt, turning to see ol' Hatty there. A wave of joy hit him and he cuffed her gently on the ear, ''You are one sneaky little Hatty'', offering a playful grin he then again tumbled with her as before.

    Bismuth, the firstborn son of Collateral Damage that Murkrow killed off a while ago but decided to forget about that scrambled out of the pirate ship as he heard his father's call about marshmallows. He loved those freaking sugar things! HE WANTED ALL OF THEM.


    So he scampered up to where everyone else was looking, scrambling around with his paws darting everywhere one might be hiding.


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    Flight shrugged and snapped up the other two she had found, then sprinted farther from the camp with her tail streaming behind her. She grinned into the wind, scanning the beach for more marshmallows. Oh gosh, those were good. She'd never had catnip, but she'd heard about it and reasoned that these must be the closest thing to the herb. Even better, these had no side effects that she knew of, she reflected as she darted along the beach with her mind racing. Of course not! Nothing bad about sugar.


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    A hunt. For marshmallows. Huh. HighMoon slowly padded out of her den and onto the ship. We're they really having a hunt for something so pointless? Admittedly they were tasty, and filled with that delicious, mouth watering sugar...okay, no time to delay. The white cat scrambled off the boat and onto the beach, she would find these hidden treats if it was the last thing she would do on this earth!


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    Stumbling forward as he tried to stuff two marshmallows into his maw, the flame point looked around, his tail flicking idly in the air above his head. "Whwo wants to gwo searchwing with me?" he asked, his voice coming out strange because of the fluffy things.


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    Where could she go first? There were so many places that could have those treats in them, but so little time. Deciding that the beach would simply do for now, the white cat made her may along, her green eyes studying every little hiding hole that could of had any. Finally arriving at her chosen destination, the odd little cave near the end, she made her way over to the whale skeleton. HighMoon let out an amused purr as she looked at the giant things head. Two marshmallows, one in each eye socket "How creative" She muttered to herself, before stuffing both of them in her mouth.


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    The large sandy arena still had many other dips and patches that the shanghai scourged through. Some were misleading ,just like those giant plastic ice cream cones, but most of them contained one or two edible sweets.


    Hastily making his way over to his previous hole, the tom buried these next to it.


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    Huffing as nobody answered his question, the self-centered flame point munched on his two marshmallows as he wandered around. The task was simple enough, but he wished he had been allowed to help his dad stash them so he'd instantly know where the best places to look would be. Maybe, if he could have done so, he could have stashed his own private hoard in that time while nobody was around!


    Scowling at the lost opportunity, the son of Collateral Damage poked the inside of a hollowed out tree with his front paw, wondering if he'd find something.


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    Turning, the tuxedo noticed his partner-in-attack Bismuth. The deckhand had annoyingly called him 'old man' but sarcasm was on his lips, so the message was alright.


    "Bismuth, I'll help."


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    Practically jumping with happiness, the flame point yipped, "Yaaaayyyyy!" Man, he could be incredibly off the walls, which is totally why Murkrow had to ignore the tinsy little fact that s/he had killed the little monster off.


    "So, old man, where are we looking?" the son of Collateral Damage asked, tilting his head arrogantly with a teasing sarcasm in his meow. Since the guy couldn't feel pain, Bismuth was annoyingly egotistically and tended to push everyone's buttons on purpose.


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    Shrugging off the insult, the tom could feel pain physically but always shoved it aside mentally, the tuxedo pointed to the surf. "Traveling down the beach front. Here, fill mallows with this." A white paw extended to hold a leaf-bag, which he dropped at the deckhand's frontfeet.


    Making his way over to the shore, he sniffed out the soft candies. Finding a large partially washed-over hole, the shanghai dug out seven balls and grinned. Bagging the marshmallow, the tux turned to Bismuth.


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    Grumbling, since he was the one carrying the bag around now, the flame point grasped the leafy bundle in his maw - the aroma of the marshmallows was so terribly sugar-sweet, and so he found it hard to deny the desire to eat them. He only didn't because he had just eaten; the guy wasn't much of a fan of that activity anyway. He couldn't physically feel hungry, after all, so what did he care?


    Blinking his blue gaze as he watched the Shanghai gather the stuff, he tilted his head, "Alright, I guess the old man really knows his stuff."


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    [ooc; No, Flick gave him another separate bag from his own. Bismuth can search too.
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    The tux turned to Bismuth, wondering why the tom was just standing there. "Go on, search. If we stay close then we're just waisting time." He told the trainee, shuffling back to his work. Examining the cool grains, Flick nosed away another part higher up the bank. Three more came, and he packaged his continents.


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