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Talent: Storytelling/acting
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- The night had finally arrived! Hacky-sack balanced on their head, Sunshore peered out through the curtains at the assembled cats. All of the counselors were seated on reclaimed couch cushions in the front row, while the rest of the campers who had finished their acts were sprawled out behind them, some of them chewing on the fish brought in fresh that morning.
"It seems like the whole camp is here!" they hissed to Zahrek, who looked down at them from high above.
[Well, of course,] they pointed out, the fake leaves flopping around their face and beak. [The counselors invited all of us to come perform or watch. If a cat's not out there, they're probably back here, getting ready for their talent.]
Sunshore swallowed and nodded, fluffing out their fur before signalling to the cats running the curtains that it was time for the show to begin. In the rafters of the building above, a cat nudged a piece of glass into position, the curtains opened, and Sunshore was bathed in light, the center of the audience.
From their vantage point on stage, they paraded about, telling Havenclan legends and Timelost anecdotes, stories of monsters both real and mythical, all mixed in with a helping of their wry humor. Through it all, Zahrek stood beside them as the great tree of Havenclan, or a menacing creature of ages past, or themself in rare stories. The assembled cats were captivated, with gasps of fear coming at Sunshore's recollections or Zahrek's ferocious acting, or peals of laughter at a particularly humorous anecdote; the story of Sunshore getting tangled upside down in vines brought a particularly rich wave of jubilant laughter.
Finally, after a time that seemed both a moment and an age, Sunshore swept their 'hat' off in a bow as the curtains closed, the cats on the other side hollering their approval. The lights finally off them, they looked up to Zahrek, grinning so hard that it hurt.
"Well, I see why old Trouttail loved to tell stories; that was fun...!" they breathed, tail twitching in excitement.
[I never knew Trouttail, but I bet he'd be proud of your work back there. Come on, let's get off the stage for the next act!]
Together, the pair snuck off backstage to rejoin the audience, eager for the next cat to take the stage!