If anybody was going to bring something weird into the camp, be it deadly disease or cutest little button, it would be Ferndance. There was great pride to be found in her collection of things whose origins were lost to her, so far did it spread that it spilled onto the nests of others. Once, it had been the white-pawed molly's rank that prevented dissent for her hoarding, now, it seemed to only be habit that protected her - those that shared her spot in the warmer corners of the Warrior's den had likely never known a properly clean nest, didn't know how to ask for it, it was something Ferndance would take advantage of as long as her friends forgot their autonomy. Today was another today of conveniently poor memory; a solo-patrol amidst the mirelands in hopes of seeking the rogues out and a failed hunt later and the tabby had found something that she was confident would make her happier than any old frog. Twoleg stench hung off the orange trinket like meat off the bone, but it was not the weird, hollowed-out pumpkin the cat was interested in.
Instead, it was the shiny bits inside. A touch from a paw revealed a bobbly texture, tree knots perhaps, but the smell was sweeter than any sap. No amount of kneading seemed to unravel what was inside, it only made crinkling noises, satisfying in its own right. Ferndance could imagine fidgeting with them from moonhigh to sunrise, that had been enough to take the little bowl from its perch close to the Carrionplace. What Ferndance didn't realise was that she had stolen some child's personal Halloween project to get their own kitty cat involved. The ticked tabby strutted into camp like an overly proud rooster, head craned towards the stars as she tried her best to keep the basket upright. Each paw seemed to step higher than the last until Ferndance herself was confident she could walk on air, instead, the former Lead Warrior had just managed to find the one patch of terrain that wasn't marred by mud. With no time to explain herself, Fern made a blind beeline for her den, the sweet-smelling food crunching like leaves within their cave. Perhaps Dogfur the omniscient would be able to give her more insight into what she had just brought to ShadowClan, for now, she decided it best to keep it a secret from her friend until they discovered it themselves.
