Stumbling (Open to plot) [Prp, so many babies!!]

[Granny-in-Heat]

Dune stared in amazement and wonder at the creature in the distance. It was so dark, and almost familiar. However it's movements were so foreign and unnatural. It entranced him, at the same time putting him on edge. He squinted to better see the figure, and it screamed.
The noise was horrible, unlike anything the young Kimeti had heard in his entire life. It echoed through the area, stabbing into his ears. Dune collapsed, furiously rubbing his face and ears into the ground, trying to get the sound out. It was like one thousand animals were dying in tandem, with an under-note of rocks being scraped together. It curdled his blood, froze his innards.
He mashed his face into the grasses, trying to escape, while the sharp stalks cut all along his muzzle and cheeks. His blood stained the vegetation beneath him. He began to scream
GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUUUUTT!
His cries turned into one long, mournful howl.  

[The Silver Falcon]

Nest Egg was happily telling Jumping Frog that pulling a log with the vines was a great idea when the eerie howl broke through his thoughts. All his hair stood on end, and he quickly glanced to the Plains in panic, looking for where the unsettling noise came from. He saw nothing, but Dune went crazy.

"Dune! Calm down!" he yelled, trying with little success to be heard over the young Kimeti's howl. What was going on?  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

Alright. Everyone was contributing and it finally looked like they were about to take off. He stepped on the trailing ends of the vines and quickly sawed away at them with the rock in his mouth. They came away quite easily, but they were much too short for pulling the log, so Midnight dashed into the foliage once more to get a hold of a long vine they could use. Finding one within moments, he came back into the group just when Dune started freaking out. Deftly, he threaded the log with the vine and dropped the two ends in front of it before heading over to Dune.

"Dune! Dune calm down! What's wrong?" Midnight nudged the younger colt, trying to pull him out of his trance, without any success. He tried once more, nudging his shoulder a little harder this time, like when they first met. While Midnight could hear the screech drifting in the air, it did not bother him as it seemed to hurt everyone else's ears. He found it intriguing if not a little morbidly appealing.  

[Granny-in-Heat]

Dune convulsed, the screams echoing in his head. He had visions flashing infront of his eyes, the swamp burning, an embrace, more screams, he didn't know what to make of it all. Suddenly he was cold, and... drippy?
He spluttered and jumped to his feet, visions dissipating.
What the..?!
He whipped his head about and upon seeing no danger, began to calm. He growled once, more in confusion and annoyance, before turning to Jumping Frog, the Kimeti who had doused him in water.
Thank you, that was not pleasant. Well.. seeing as the screaming has stopped, I think we should follow that creature before it gets away. I want to know what it was, and how it gave me visions. So.. ya.
Shaking himself thoroughly he tried to forget the earlier embarrasment of rolling on the floor, the warm blood on his face was a rather persistent reminder.  

[The Silver Falcon]

Hah! Nest Egg couldn't believe Jumping Frog dumped water on Dune! That was great, he would have been laughing had the wail not creeped him out quite so much. This was getting interesting! There was only one possible course of action now! "Lets go follow it!" he grinned shakily.

Oh, it looked like their preparations were pretty much done, too. Perfect. "Our stuff is ready, right? Then let's go before it gets away!" he continued, happily agreeing with Dune, but thinking nothing of the danger such a course of action might pose. He was too excited for such trivialities.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

A grin crept across Midnight's features when Jumping Frog doused Dune in water, but he did not say anything, knowing that the latter would be humiliated or something like that, had he knew she spat it out on him. Instead, he trotted to the edge of the lush grass, to where the sand started to trifle into it. Standing there, head held high, he closed his eyes a moment and let the wind caress his face and run through his fur, lightening his mood a little.

Throwing his head back over his shoulder he shouted, "Come on guys! Let's go! Someone needs to grab the log, and we gotta keep going. It'll get away, and we can't have that!"
The colt was very excited they were finally moving, and the idea of a chase appealed to him more than he thought it would. Perhaps a bit of hunger had crept into his thoughts, but not of the regular sort...  

[Granny-in-Heat]

Dune scanned the rag-tag group of adolescents before him, one eyebrow raising in amusement. He mentally shook out the last of the spidery feelings left over from the scream, readying himself for the journey. Nodding once he spoke:
"Everything looks perfect, I say we leave immediately, no sense in wasting daylight. Also the faster we move the less chance that... thing has of getting away from us."
He cast his gaze around his companions once again, wondering how his day had so quickly flipped upside down. Casting these thoughts aside he stepped into the drying heat of the flatlands. As soon as all his hooves hit the hard-packed sand Dune's body lost it's tension. A feeling of familiarity flowed over him, and tail swishing he settled into a comfortable, rolling walk. He did not even bother to look to see if anyone was following.  

[The Silver Falcon]

Nest Egg skipped after Dune with glee. The rough sand scattered beneath his hooves as he leaped across it to run half circles around the others.

It was hotter than he thoght it would be, but as he walked farther from the swamp's lush waters humidity left the air causing the winds to feel cooler. The sand seemed to radiate a lot of the heat from the sun, which was surprising to him. It felt nice at first, but then bothered his feet. Nothing could stifle his excitement, though. What pretty things could be out here?  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

They were finally on their way! As soon as Dune stepped out into the sand, Midnight followed in step, quickly drawing upto his side in a longer stride or two. Matching his pace to Dune's, they walked along easily enough. He had more or less forgotten about the other younger kimeti. For the moment, it felt like it was just him and Dune, same goal in mind, strolling along, enjoying the breeze in this sand-strewn plain.

He felt the quiet whistling of the wind was all the noise that needed to exist, and didn't disturb it with any spoken words, but his mind began its regular churning. What did Dune see out there? Was it whatever screamed? Well... that would make sense, but why would... it?... have screamed? Was it trying to tell us something? As his thoughts progressed, he came to a realization: Perhaps she wasn't calling to us, but actually trying to warn us. Was there something out there she didn't want us coming across? Well, he wasn't one to turn away from danger, so they would just have to go see.  

[Granny-in-Heat]

Dune confidently traversed the sands of the desert. He felt great, at home with the sun and wind. Small insects and snaked skittered away from the vibrations the troupe created. The heat radiating from the earth into his hooves was comforting, and the warmth of the sun on his back was easing the tension from his stiff muscles. His lope became more fluid and efficient. Finally beginning to feel like himself again he felt the dark presence of Midnight slink up beside him, he heard the hoofbeats of the younger Kimeti behind him and a quick mental image of jumping Frog struggling with the log filled his vision. A guilty flush crossed his face and he turned quickly to look at the small doe valiantly keeping up by tugging on the vines.
"That looks heavy, you know what, me and Midnight will handle this, wont we?"
Not listening for Midnight's reply, and planning to ignore any declines from Jumping Frog, he deftly and gently took the two vines she was trailing and pulled the log to where the older colt was walking. Tossing the other vine to Midnight Dune stood expectantly waiting for the other colt to take the offered end. Dune was satisfied that they could handle the load better, speeding them up, and saving the doe an unnecessary amount of strain.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

Before he knows what's going on, Dune had tossed the vine his way. He catches it deftly, and blinks a few times before the words replay in his mind and sink in. "Yes... Yes, of course. No worries. We've got this." Turning himself back around and readying himself for the weight of the log, Midnight looks back out into the plains, sort of in a trance created by the blowing sand. He was moving only as a course of subconcious thoughts, because his mind was completely focused on the dance of sand granules. The wind picked them up, swirling and weaving them in pretty patterns all across the flatlands. He could see why Dune liked it out here. It was warm, dry, and had things that were not in existence in the swamp. The only thing he didn't like about out here was the brightness. It hurt his eyes a little, and so he kept his eyes somewhat squinted as often as he could.