( I'll paint you a picture / 'prank' )

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Rhinestone had a tendency to very rarely be on the boardwalk, although this usually wasn't intentional. Unlike the Twisted Forest's strange and unnerving aura that often kept him away, Rhine often found himself away from the boardwalk just because of the duties he had to attend to. Patrols, hunting, calling meetings, holding events... most of them could simply be done from their camp, so that was usually where he tended to stay most of the time. However, this didn't mean that he was always away from the towering wooden structure. No, he always made sure to make the occasional visit, the broad boards that made up the walk very rarely creaking beneath his small stature, despite the rot that infected most of them. He was on one of these occasional constitutionals out to the boardwalk, when the scent of Alithís Evgenis reached his nose. He picked up the pace a bit after that, figuring that perhaps it was Bai Shi, coming to tell them that it was time for battle, or for the other group's children to come stay with them.

However, when the tom arrived only to find the steps decidedly absent of anyone, from Alithís or otherwise, he felt a wave of confusion settle over him. He glanced around a bit, before his pale blue eyes eventually fell upon the basket of goodies that had been placed on the steps, and he immediately found himself smiling. The note was easy to read, and he found himself muttering softly, a chuckle leaving his throat, "How sweet of them, to leave us Halloween gifts..." He then pulled the basket closer to himself, paws carefully pulling away the tissue paper that decorated the inside. He ended up picking out one of the chocolate covered apples, a slow grin coming to his face as he took a lick of it. The immediate explosion of sweetness within his mouth was a pleasant one, and he felt a rumbling purr leave his throat, filling him with delight. Since he hadn't picked out one of the jarred candies, he was spared from any sour surprises, but that didn't mean others were spared as well. There were many different Palmclan members, and it was almost guaranteed that eventually one of them would come along and try one of the jarred candies. Of course, a sudden explosion of sourness from a candy wasn't totally unheard of, but the number of people who enjoyed sweet candies vastly outweighed the number of those who enjoyed sour ones.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan