COLLECTING PIECES [ open - hoarding ]

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    Wilson was starting a stash. He already had a small pile of decent sized twigs, and he also already has a few bundles of grass. He didn't need any of this... right? Well, he did in a way. No powers for this kiddo, he made his own stuff. Of course, the bob-tailed feline could totally ask someone else to make his items, but there were some things only he could make. Hence, he was slowly working up towards that goal. He also had the goal of setting up a lab eventually. Not to do any crazy experiments, just the small harmless ones. He had shoved his small yet growing hoard into some corner in Sunclan, even marking the area with a sign that read 'you are here' instead of something like 'wilson's hoard'. Hey, you had to work with whatever you could. He was working with what he could indeed.


    One could find the feline with a basket, carefully putting more suitable twigs, tufts of grass, and even a crap load of rocks. He still needed a lot more, but for now he got most of what he needed. He did need a lot of tools though, but surely someone would be willing to supply those... right? Right. He managed to get another large stone into his basket, trying to avoid crushing the twigs or the grass. He couldn't ruin his other resources just to get others.


    He's gathering and hoarding. Someone stop him.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel had been wandering around SunClan's territory in a sort of bored stupor when he had accidentally come across Wilson's hoard - or rather, the sign in front of it. The scrawny twelve-month-old found himself staring up at the hand-painted sign, tilting his head like a curious puppy and squinting his blue eyes in obvious confusion. "I don't understand. I am.. where?" he questioned aloud to no one in particular, glancing around.


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    Fairykit was also enjoying a good wander, just taking in the sights and sounds of their clan as they feigned social interaction whenever they didn't want to actually interact with people. But it was a good system that made sure that the kitten went undisturbed, until they noticed the growing pile and the sign that adorned it where Wilson got to work and Castiel looked on in confusion. Huh. The kitten overcome with curiosity made their way to the pile as they looked over the sign to watch Wilson work for a few moments before turning back to the sign. "We are.. here?" Reading something in front of them appeared to help their stutter as their head tilted to the right in a confused manner. Why would they need to be informed of their whereabouts? Fairykit was pretty sure that sign was not very helpful. "Um, s-sir? May I- may I ask what y-you are doing?" Questioning Wilson, Fairykit looked over to the still hard at work male with a meek expression.


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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    "We don't need a sign to tell us, I don't think. I'm aware of the fact that I'm here, you know? Like, I realize that at this moment, I am in this exact location." Bronwyn's words were more of a mumble to herself than an actual statement, but she didn't mind. She stopped next to Castiel with a confused smile on her maw, studying Wilson carefully.
    "Hey, you're Wilson, yes? Could you tell us what you're doing?" The femme asked, her voice much louder than before.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -7px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]This guy honestly, in his opinion when he wasn't being so blunt, was adorable. By the gods he was certainly a great deal older than him, but even so the way he spoke was quite interesting; sort of like a child, but though Wilson wasn't as annoying and boring as one. "Are you collecting things, Wilson?" asked the serpent, eyeing the piles of twigs and grass and the large rock with a soft smile curling his lips. "What are they for?"