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Dew Drop Sun was distracted from her goods for a moment by a very loud Kimeti at the opposite side of the circle -- Laughing Shadows was apparently her name. The creamy doe nodded and smiled at the darker doe, calling to respond, "Hello, Laughing Shadows! I am Dew Drop Sun. Nice to meet you."

Her attention was re-directed yet again as one of the twins approached her pile, examining the leaves that she brought. When he mentioned the turtle, her eyes widened in realization before she grinned, amusement in her eyes. "I didn't even think of that!" Of course, she felt a little badly about the possibility of feeding them to the turtle -- after all, the poor thing hadn't done anything (other than eat and eat and eat), and they were here to prank Nettle. But, the turtle was a large part of Nettle's general life, and therefore, a small sacrifice had to be made. Besides, it was just dizziness. It should wear off after a small span of time.

The other twin was on higher ground, now, calling attention to everyone below him and suggesting that there were enough of them there that perhaps they should get started with setting up their pranks. Dew nodded and looked down at her supplies. She wasn't exactly sure yet what to do with the sour berries -- she could figure that out in a bit, perhaps see if anyone else had something else for eating that they could place somewhere. She turned her initial attention, then, to her rotten fish, which she couldn't wait to get rid of as it was. She looked over towards the cave, contemplating; she didn't want to put it in the cave, necessarily, as that might be too easy to find. Perhaps, instead, around the side of the cave where it might be harder to find?

Dew Drop Sun picked up the fish by its tail, a leaf still keeping the rotting skin from actually touching her mouth. She moved over to the cave, breathing as little as possible, and circled about it once, looking for some good placement. As she came about the front of the cave again, careful to avoid other set traps, she determined that an area on the right of the cave, amongst some bushes and rocks, could be the best place. Picking her way around the side of the cave again, Dew Drop Sun dropped the rotting fish behind a small pile of rocks, toppling a medium-sized rock over it so that it was fair well covered from sight, though the stench was still quite evident.

Nodding at herself, she turned back towards the group where the rest of her supplies were. Finding her thorns, she glanced over at Lower Down, who she'd heard commenting on some beetles he'd brought. She approached him and introduced herself, "Hello, I heard you may have some beetles for Nettle's nesting grass? I'm Dew Drop Sun -- I brought some large thorns that I thought I might place there myself. Care to join me in setting such things?"

Nightshade crouched down in the darker shadow of a bush, where she'd be more likely to blend in with her dark coat. The mongeese were chittering away, excited that they could be a part of the prank she'd cooked up. Off the trail that Nettle might be coming back on, there were the bowls with the bright colored clay in them. Sniggering, she tired to imagine what Nettle would look like all colorful. Giggling a little, she nodded to the mongeese, letting them know she was ready.

Taking a glance at the twins, she saw them conversing. Finishing one another's sentences, no doubt. Smiling, she wondered how they'd ended up like that. The only twins she'd ever seen before were boy and girl twins. They must be a special case. Sighing, she decided to lie in wait.

The twins patrol as people work on their tricks, pausing to grin and share jokes as they pass each other, muttered comments back and forth. Eventually, the short haired one grabs some of the sticky clay to play a little prank of his own: flowers stuck over the mouth of the cave with the stuff, so as the heat of day hits, the stuff will dry and crumble, leaving gifts tumbling around Nettle's head.

The other, the long-haired one, prowls the crowd and investigates what everyone else is working on. He grins at the idea of a turtle being flipped and painted, but his eyes flick to Crunch -- who is not likely to just sit back and take that, but instead will kick his legs furiously and snap after tails. Brightly will be especially in danger, since his tail is just so big.

The stink-pods get another grimace -- a mean trick, but a good one, and his eyes are sparkling as he leaves Sparrow to it, poking his head quickly into the cave to watch Silvertongue before continuing his rounds.

Short hair is done now and he grins at his brother as he emerges, flicking a look upward. They both admire the work, and long-hair eases in to add to it some; he adds vines that will tangle and make a mess around Nettle's head and tail, will catch and block the cave's entrance.

They turn to examine the rest of the scene before them: raising an eyebrow at the pretty plants, the moss, grimacing at the rotten fish, and stooping to help Smoke with her thorny vine.

"Some of this is a bit…"

"Cruel? Well, yeah, but --"

"Not much chance he'll miss all of them, true."

They ponder the mess, and paw thoughtfully at the ground, then turn out to the crew around them.

"HOY!" They say it together, and then grin at each other: Unplanned.

"If you're done, move to the edges."

"Uh huh. Makes it nice and clear."

"Yeah. If you got more, do it, and then get moving!"

((Also please post in bold blue font if you're done with your pranks and ready to move on!))

Sparrowhawk, who had been observing the other practical jokes played (and was considering which ones to add to her own repertoire), jerked her head up and then grinned brightly as the twins called everyone away from the mouth of the cave. Even though some of the tricks to be played on poor Nettle were admittedly a little mean, the old goat deserved it! That's what he got for being hostile... and lonely. Old one needed a few friends, in her estimation.

She spent a few minutes watching the buck and his lynx tether a herd of beetles into the earth. Having climbed into old abandoned trees and logs as a filly, she recognized those beetles; they were not going to be happy. And their bite hurt. "That was a nice one," she muttered out of the side of her mouth, careful not to attract the twins' attention. "Though I'm glad it's Nettle and not me!"

She nodded appreciatively to the buck and stood outside of the mouth of the cave, towards the center of the group, ears pricked forward. It took a significant effort of will to avoid dancing in place and generally acting like a filly -- the twins were cute.

Dodging looked at the turtle they were going to flip. It didn't look like it would be easy, but maybe...She looked over to Fallen and back to Brightly. "It will be a good prank, but he might fight us some." The little owlcat sensing what the doe might be thinking, grabs a few vines and begins to make loops with them. This way if they do get the turtle to move, he will step in the loops. The loops will tighten, just enough to hold him in place when he gets flipped, so that the kimeti can paint its underside.

Dodging watched the rest as one of the twins walked around. Well it might not be the best prank, but it was something to do for some fun. She waited for Brightly's crane to come back with the bait and looked to see if she could spot any of the other pranks. There was something she wanted to do and it was outside of Nettle's cave.

"Fallen, I want you to find me some spiderwebs, with the spider,that are already in between easily carried branches." The owlcat took off to find them, while Dodging looked at all the places to hang them from with well placed vines.

Fallen came back with a couple of branches and waited for Dodging to kneel down, so she could clamber up and start working. Dodging nudged the owlcat up onto her back and began walking around to some of the trees. With quick little paws, Fallen started to wrap the thinner vines on the branches. The doe stopped near a tree branch and her companion tied the branches with spiderwebs onto them. They dangled just right that it looked like regular branches and you didn't see the webs. They were also low enough that an kimeti would get tangled into the webs before getting too close to the cave.

She stepped away from their work and shrugged. It was the best they could do with what they had. The turtle painted and snapping at them still. Finished, they moved over to the edge with the rest who were waiting to see the end results.