- Aug 22, 2022
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THERES MAGIC IN YOUR EYES, TEQUILLA SUNRISE
As a child (mostly) locked up within the confines of camp, one needed to have an imagination to stay entertained. Earlier in the morning the stars above had given the clans a good shower, causing puddles to pool and form where the earth dipped in. While most kits took to splashing about (well, so did Fig, but not today) the child was placing leaves into the puddles. She watched as they drifted and floated, making the ever-so-tiniest ripples in the water. Eventually she found her brain cheering on certain leaves, like... "Go yellow leaf, you are so much faster than that icky brown one!". Which inevitably sparked an idea she could pull her clan-mates into.
"Everyone, grab a leaf! This yellow one is mine, don't take it." She yanks her prized leaf out of the puddle and races back to the beginning of the temporary stream. "Our leaves are gonna race! We place 'em into the puddle and on the count of three we release them! Whichever leaf gets to the end of the puddle wins, okay????" She hardly gives anyone time to gather their own leaf before she eagerly places hers back into the puddle, holding it down with a single paw.