The snow, enough to make any cat's blood freeze and the most optimistic of animals to damn its existence, appeared to be clearing up now. The earth beneath still felt moist, perhaps a byproduct of living in a marsh, perhaps a sign of something else, regardless, it did not go unnoticed by the ticked tabby. Chestnut fur darkened at her legs from the mush, her singular white paw stained with clumps of mud and other such gunk. Dry leaves and other such things still coated the top of the disheveled warrior's back, not because of any melting snow, she just liked it when things managed to cling to her course fur - it made them easier to find later. She didn't forget that Mothkit had tried to do the same a short time ago, pouncing on her tail with reckless abandon, but after the brief bout of pain and childish conversation, she decided she liked the little lad too. He was the typical kid, playful and blissful, and when he'd badgered her for her time one fateful day, Ferndance decided she had plenty to offer him. Thus, the pair had congregated at the edge of the camp, the ticked tabby crouching down with a rascal's eye as she prepared to explain her prank idea.
"So... the warriors have a lot to do... so we need something that's not going to mess with their day too much, ok?" She explained quietly, her signature ditzy smile stretching from ear to ear. "We're gonna do some silly walks... then... when someone confronts us about what we're doing... we're going to get their names totally wrong, ok? Say if Roosterstrut came over... we would start calling him Swiftclaws. We want to annoy, but not to harm." She waited to see if her little minion understood the assignment or had anything else to add before standing up, her tail raised in confidence. She mouthed a countdown for the pair before bursting into action, first leaping into the mud before stretching like a dog after a long nap. A dirty paw stretched out as if the warrior was about to take a big step but then, she placed it a mere mouse length away from her other paw. The pace changed constantly, sometimes, she took little movements but made them quickly, other times, they were at a tortoise pace - all to attract the attention of ShadowClanners for the next stage of their master plan.
@Mothkit.
"So... the warriors have a lot to do... so we need something that's not going to mess with their day too much, ok?" She explained quietly, her signature ditzy smile stretching from ear to ear. "We're gonna do some silly walks... then... when someone confronts us about what we're doing... we're going to get their names totally wrong, ok? Say if Roosterstrut came over... we would start calling him Swiftclaws. We want to annoy, but not to harm." She waited to see if her little minion understood the assignment or had anything else to add before standing up, her tail raised in confidence. She mouthed a countdown for the pair before bursting into action, first leaping into the mud before stretching like a dog after a long nap. A dirty paw stretched out as if the warrior was about to take a big step but then, she placed it a mere mouse length away from her other paw. The pace changed constantly, sometimes, she took little movements but made them quickly, other times, they were at a tortoise pace - all to attract the attention of ShadowClanners for the next stage of their master plan.
@Mothkit.
