The evening sky is deepening into twilight, and a cool breeze rustles through the WindClan camp. The tall grass of the moors sways gently as the stars begin to emerge. Duckthroat, the WindClan elder, has made his way to a flat rock near the fresh kill pile where he’s arranged a few scattered stones and a small pile of dried moss He settles onto the rock, his fur fluffed up against the chill, and looks around with a hopeful expression.
Duckthroat’s whiskers twitch as he arranges his seating and checks the small pile of herbs, setting up a comfortable spot for his audience. He looks out at the camp with a mixture of anticipation and patience, his eyes scanning for any cats who might come by.
With a clear, inviting tone, Duckthroat raises his voice to attract the attention of the clan.
“Come gather ‘round, young and old alike!” he calls out, his voice echoing through the camp. “I have tales to share—stories of bravery, mystery, and ancient lore. There’s magic in the words of our ancestors, and I’m eager to share them with anyone who’ll listen. Don’t be shy; come and join me!”
Howdy everyone! I decided to host a spooky story event to help people knock that off of their Bingo cards
-I will post everyday a piece of his spooky story /Probably will be every two days
-Once he is done anyone and everyone can tell a story
-This event is open to everyone! Though sorry kits if you get scared
Any questions? Vm me!
- Whoever tells the scariest story Duckthroat will give them a Fox tooth he got from his apprentice days
Sneezekit padded up to the adult. Stories of Bravery? Mystery? ANCIENT LORE? Sneezekit had always wanted to learn more about WindClan's past, and this was their chance!