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Path raises a brow as the twins talk. Are they finishing one another's sentences? Well they were twins. She notes the glimmer in their eyes, something is up between them. The doe nodded, winging it was fine with her. Ah, it seems that these other does have brought things along with them too.

She rolled her eyes when they both grinned at her. Really? "I thought we were all here about some mischief, not making eyes at does." Path smiled and wrinkled her nose at smell from some of the other's items. She set down some vines she gathered earlier. "Boys, I have some vines. And my wits but you can't have that."

It was amusing to see just how many kimeti had gotten word and showed up -- and Dew Drop could imagine that more would be on their way. She looked about at everyone else, observing each bit that everyone else had brought with them, imagining the different things that could be done with all of these supplies. Then again, she was only one doe -- she couldn't wait to hear what everyone else was thinking. Just imagine the mischief that would be had! The creamy doe was, if nothing else, very excited to learn some pranks that she could maybe carry out on friends in the future.

She was somewhat impressed by the twins carrying on about 'plans', namely how they had none, and their ability to finish out each others' sentences. It wasn't entirely unbelievable -- she had finished a sentence or two of a friend's before -- it was just... well, impressive! She'd never carried out an entire conversation of finishing another's sentences. She grinned while watching them, rolling her eyes at one's waggling brows at a white doe -- quite a pretty doe, but still -- that had approached. When they asked what everyone had brought, Dew took a step back and carefully nudged her bark-boat forward.

"I didn't bring too much -- though that shouldn't be a problem, seeing how many others are here. I have a dead, rotten fish -- should smell delicious," she joked, looking to see if anyone else was amused before continuing, "as well as some thorns, though I know he's somewhat used to those, really. I also have some very sour berries and dizzying leaves to eat -- perhaps he'll make a salad? Lastly, I have this!" Dew Drop Sun turned over her bark, perhaps the piece she was most excited about. She nudged it again excitedly as she was reminded how well it looked like the back of an enemy. "Isn't it lovely?"

She looked up to see others approaching, immediately distracted, however, by a doe prancing about her supplies held by a small foxbun. Dew Drop couldn't help but smile at the doe, who was clearly full of energy and loved to talk. Dew Drop noted the spiderwebs with a nod of her head, "Those are a great idea." She grinned, the other doe's energy and cheerful demeanor somewhat contagious.

Quickly, she was distracted by a new arrival -- a buck had finally arrived! Dew Drop Sun had been waiting for a male to join the group, who would imagine that only females would want to prank anyone? That was just unlikely. In any case, it seemed it might be a fairly good idea for a buck to decide to come to this gathering today -- surely at least one buck would walk away with a new female friend. She watched the silver male unload all of his goodies, giggling a bit at the feathers and fur stuck in his hair. He looked somewhat ridiculous, though it had clearly been a great way to carry the decorations.

When the silvery buck asked for assistance with another log, Dew Drop Sun nodded and stepped towards him. "That sounds useful -- I could help you fetch it." She smiled, but noticed another kimeti also offering her services, as well as the assistance of her own owlcat. Dew Drop chuckled, "Well, never mind; looks like you already have help after all."

Lower Down finally makes his way into the clearing where the other kimeti are gathered. He's a little late, perhaps, but he'd had certain... matters to attend to-- yes, that's it. A certain matter that might have had to do with shoving someone into a certain deep mudhole known for it's stench. Only possibly.

His good-mannered face breaks into a slight grin as he looks around, spotting all the materials currently gathered. It seems they will have plenty to work with, and with so many minds bent on one task he has no doubt that the cranky old Nettle will be in for quite an unpleasant surprise when he finally returns to his home.

"Hello everyone...ladies, sorry I'm late." He grins at the does, a flash of a mischievous and charming smile and then pushes some of his own items into the center where they can easily be seen.

Rotten eggs sit nestled in a bird nest, which he had used to carry them in. Their smell is quite unpleasant, and that mixed with the rather putrid smell of that rotten fish should be, he thinks, a rather disastrous combination. A scent he is sure will take quite a while to wear off-- no matter how many times one might decide to dunk themselves in the nearest stream.

And then there are the beetles. He'd had to hold them down and tie them with bits of vine to keep them from wandering away, and had wound up getting nipped a few times in the process. For these are rather large beetles indeed, and he's brought a whole score of them. Their pincers are large and powerful. Not enough to do any serious damage, of course-- he wouldn't really want to harm poor Nettle-- but certainly enough to be felt! He chuckles when he sets them down, placing a hoof on the end of the vine-rope to keep them from wandering away.

"These should give Nettle a nice wake up call... perhaps we should make them quite at home in his nesting grass? A nice pinch, or five, on the rump will surely bring out that lively personality in him! Just when he lies down after a long day of pranking too-- just when he thinks it's over!"

Lower Down laughs softly, his eyes twinkling with the mischief he feels.

Peeper is as cheerful and vibrant a buck as any who have gathered, and there aren't many who know that he considers Nettle his. Somehow, he's learned about this prank meet up and has made his own particular kind of preparations to save his Nettle the embarrassment of having his clearing and cave booby trapped.

He spent the morning coating himself in thick, sticky clay-like mud before rolling himself in the dead leaves in Nettle's clearing. The clay-mud had had lumps and chunks, and between that and the dead leaves, his outline wasn't remotely kimeti-shaped.

He'd lain in wait patiently for hours.

Now he watches the kimeti assemble and stack their supplies with narrowed eyes from his position across the clearing from the infamous and well-fed Crunch.

No one pranks his Nettle. No one.

"...aw, man!" The stench of Sparrowhawk's prank reaches the twins, and their faces transform almost exactly at the same time to a grimace of disgust. It means she suddenly has four eyes locked on her, and two mouths that tug into grimaces and then into grins again.

"Brother, doesn't she look like our -- "

"Little sister? Yeah, and smells like her too!"

The pair of them are still laughing when Bright shows up, and they pull disappointed faces. Looks like they're not going to be the only bucks in a sea of womenfolk today. Alas.

Their disappointment will be broken by Dew at least; one of them lights up and finally splits off to examine the dizzying leaves. "We should feed these to the turtle."

His brother, meanwhile, finds high ground, to stare down at the mess of kimeti. He whistles sharply. "HEY. HOY. There's enough of us now. Let's get to work. If you've got an idea, go for it. If you don't know what to do, come talk to one of us."


OOC!
If you set a trap or pull a prank somehow, please be sure to highlight it in bold orange font so that everyone sees it, and we can take note!

Sparrowhawk's head snapped up when the twins noted the scent of those awful berries; she grimaced at them, clearly a touch embarassed by it (evident in the way the tips of her ears pinkened)... but when they smiled at her, and teased her, well. She was used to that. She'd been expecting something more longsuffering, but neither one of the twins seemed to be an old stick in the mud. The grin she threw back at them was wolfish; she was plotting something, evidently.

"Not the only bucks now, are you?" She danced in place, looking amusedly at the others who had come to play. So many kimeti! But not one to waste time when there was fun to be had, she set to work.

Sparrow was careful not to burst any more of the berries as she moved them (in ones and twos) from the small pile at her feet to a spot at the mouth of Nettle's cave. Nobody needed to smell more of that funk, and beyond that, that nest of rotten eggs the buck had brought in would probably smell even worse. Too much stink was never a good idea. Returning to her small cache, she picked up the explosive seed-pods in much the same way, moving even slower -- at a snail's pace, actually, careful not to burst even one of them.

Sparrow put the pile of fetid stink-berries to one side of the mouth of Nettle's cave, and a pile of the popping seed pods right in the middle. If the old coot walked out of his cave, he'd step right on those seed pods, and the explosion would scare him right into that -- awful-smelling pile of berries. He'd smell like a half-eaten, rotted fish for days!

Her mission accomplished, Sparrow very carefully slipped out of the cave, muttering happily to herself. "Serves him right!"

Nightshade smiled. It was time to do what she'd wanted to do to Nettle for a long time, yet had never had the courage to. "Alright, let's do this," she said as she began to tell her pets and familiar the plan.

"Alright. Soil, you and your friends, now that you're back, go dig up some of the bushes in front of Nettle's cave. Replace them with these flowery bushes. I doubt that Nettle will want something even remotely bright and cheery near his cave, so something extremely bright and cheery will really piss him off. Moonshine, take all the leaves I gave you and place them in front of Nettle's face as he goes by. With the high dosage of sleepy plants I gave you, a whiff or two should knock him out. Once he's out, you mongeese dip your feet into the different color clays we made and walk all over him to get it all in his fur, making himself all bright and cheery colored. Got it?

The mongeese chittered in response and Moonshine told her via telepathy that she was beginning to like the plan. Nightshade went and decided to stand watch for Nettle.