on the strange curiosities of twolegs. [p]

[trevni]

wolfjaw of willowclan.

“This… is probably the strangest mission I’ve ever been on.”

A large tabby tom squinted suspiciously into the fields, still not entirely certain what to make of the Twolegs’ strange behavior. He’d been out on water patrol duties when someone had rushed into camp, exclaiming that Twolegs were doing something harebrained – not exactly news, in Wolfjaw’s opinion, though the claim had sent anxiety prickling over his pelt nevertheless. He, along with a decent number of his Clanmates, had warily crept to the fields surrounding the Great Oak the next morning.

His relief at finding the Twolegs gone was paired with a sharp confusion at what they’d left behind – countless eggs that looked like no bird egg Wolfjaw had ever seen. The only explanation was that, somehow, the Twolegs had laid them. Perhaps it was some sort of mating season, and they’d left countless Twoleg spawn to grow and hatch and take over the territory the Clans inhabited.

The thought made his pelt crawl, and he’d volunteered to investigate farther, as uneasy as the idea of anything concerning Twolegs made him. If these eggs were some threat, something needed to be done.

“What do you think, Redwater? I… erm. Honestly, I always thought Twoleg kits were… bigger when they were born, I never thought they’d hatch from eggs. Especially tiny ones,” he murmured, casting an uncertain glance towards the Willowclan tom closest to him. Having another Clanmate around – especially one that tended to be reliable and level-headed – eased his worries slightly, though he hoped the other tom couldn’t see how uneasy the situation made him.

“I… guess the only real way to figure things out is to get a closer look, though,” he added, half to himself. Tentatively, paw after paw was set down as the warrior crept onto the field, eyes attempting to pick out any odd colors or shapes among the grass. It couldn’t be that hard to find one of these things and get a closer look, right?

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 (( i hope this is an okay start! wolf is nervous about easter eggs, the butt. ))

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    This is ridiculous… 

    The stench of Twolegs cloyed the air, clinging to every blade of grass like some wretched perfume. Overhead the sky was new and blue, dotted with wispy clouds and the ever-present form for the sun. But, despite the lack of cover, the weather for once wasn’t too overbearing. Even Redwater, who’d never been known for his short fur, could walk comfortably under the sun that day. 

    In a way that should have lifted his spirits, but he couldn’t find it in him to be the least be excited about the circumstances. Actually, it had the opposite effect, as his head filled with ideas of other, more productive things he could be doing with his time: like hunting, or patrolling the lake for trespassers. Not searching some field for Twoleg leftovers. 

    Grumbling to himself, Redwater padded alongside Wolfjaw and tried not to overthink the meaning of them being here. It had been Willowstar’s idea, after all, to send them on this mission, and it was their duty to see it through. But even so—even with the weight of their responsibilities resting plainly on his shoulders—Redwater could find no definitive reason for allowing all three of the Clans to partake in the search. Sure, it may be an incident that concerned them all, but with tensions building the way they were, he couldn’t help but feel anxious that some form of foul play would take place despite the call for peace. 

    Wolfjaw’s voice disrupted his train of thought. “What do you think, Redwater?” he asked, “I…erm. Honestly, I always thought Twoleg kits were… bigger when they were born. I never thought they’d hatch from eggs. Especially tiny ones.” 

    “That’s because they don’t,” Redwater said, giving the tom a reproachful look. “Humans aren’t birds, and even if they did lay eggs, it hardly makes sense to leave them out in the open with so many predators around. Humans aren’t that mouse-brained (I think).” Then he added as if to lighten the blow of his words, “But who knows—humans are weird like that…” 

    But even as the words left his lips, he couldn’t help but share Wolfjaw’s suspicions. Could humans lay eggs? As far as Redwater knew, that was a practice reserved for birds, which humans were not; but he’d never seen a human being born—humans were secretive creatures. So then why? Was it some kind of trap? Were the humans expanding their borders? 

Redwater’s fur itched with unease. If the humans had left these eggs as a warning, then they had better tread lightly. WillowClan could not afford to lose any warriors, especially not with the building tensions between the Clans. I’ll have to keep an eye out—for the both of us, thought Redwater as Wolfjaw padded on ahead to investigate the field, eyes scanning for the colorful eggs they’d been warned about.  

    “Careful, Wolfjaw,” Redwater called after him, lengthening his stride to keep pace with the larger tom. “There’s no telling how dangerous these things could be. I wouldn’t put it past the Twolegs to take advantage of us.” While a part of Redwater admired Wolfjaw’s curiosity, the other scolded his recklessness. Like most Clan cats, Redwater’s suspicions about Twolegs were almost hereditary. In his mind, there was nothing more conniving and dangerous than a human, who’s cunning surpassed that of even the cleverest fox.

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OOC: It's a great start ^^ Redwater is being an absolute grump today, bless his soul
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