won't you [windclan prank] stay alive?

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    After thinking for a while, he decided to drop the gift baskets off at the Knights of Eden, lining all six of them at the border. On each basket was a tiny label that read 'Happy Easter, from Windclan.' At first glance they just appeared to be regular baskets of muffins, but two of them contained live spiders, worms, and grasshoppers inside each pastry. It was hard to accomplish, but he eventually realized when stuffing them that the liners would hide the whole in the bottom anyway. So when someone were to peel the liner off of the cupcake, insects would come spilling out.



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    The smell of WindClan completely washed over Harlan's head as he shouldered his way through the thick bracken to the sight of the baskets. They were lined suspiciously off the back but the blue heeler heeded no attention. They were gift baskets and clearly read "happy easter" on the sides. That was enough for him. The thin canine sent a small prayer before opening one. Almost immediately, he leaped back with a surprised yelp. Insects of all shapes and sizes came spilling out. A slimy one in particular decided to crawl around his paws. Harlan was disgusted - there would be no more accepting gifts on his accord.

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    Bastille was a bit late to the party, but he supposed that was a good thing. He eyed the bugs crawling across the ground in front of Harlan with a scowl, and pushed the basket away with one paw slightly. "That's sick. Who is this from? WindClan?" he huffed, peering in at the muffins with a squint.


    I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!


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    The angel floated behind the others, a nervous frown on her muzzle. Whos sick idea of a joke is this? It was simply just disgusting! Who knew if these bugs were poisonous? She wanted to go find whoever idea this was and go give him a piece of her mind. The angel huffed and turned to Bastille, We should get them back but I don't wanna be petty... she growled.
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    The exclamation of sick drew Azrael to the area, calmly walked over and standing beside Bastille as she looked out on the crawling bugs with half lidded eye. "Call some birds and mice over if we need some kind of clean up." Those little creatures tended to do better with piles of insects than any carnivore could. Not that the hellhound personally minded the things. They were a natural part of the decay of the dead, they had their own job to do.


    She glanced over to Pixel, noticing her clouded wings. Never figured she'd be living with an angel before. She had to hold back a laugh at the thought, instead covering it up with a yawn. "I don't think an eye for an eye is a petty thought. It is its own kind of justice." Her eyes looked back to the insects, crawling over one another in thick batches. . "And we wouldn't want to send the message that accept waste dumpings on our doorstep."

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    "As far as I know, they're still our allies," he commented, studying the mess of muffins before looking to Pixel. He offered a nod in greeting at Azrael approached, and mulled over their words before giving a lazy shrug. "They're just fucking around. We can prank them back, I guess, even the score." He inclined his head towards the latter of the two. "Justice and all, even if it's comical justice. Any ideas?"


    Somehow Pixel didn't strike him as the pranking type. Really, he wished Alfred was here in that moment - the male had loved pranks, and spent a good amount of time pranking Bast and the rest of the knights. Bast... missed him, honestly. More than he liked to admit or dwell on.