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Originally Posted by starfall

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The ebony tom pushed his way through the hanging vines, letting out a grunt as one roped around his ear and refused to let go until he shook it loose. He made his way further into the closed space and stepped over both neat and untidy nests, taking care as to not step on them, he was a fairly large tom after all, it's not hard to squish some of the rather tiny nests that made themselves home here. After gracefully clomping around the den, only managing to step on one cats tail, he finally found his nest, or well, his former nest, he still had yet to move it. The nest consisted of reed stalks, moss, which held it together and made it soft, a few feathers, and some large leaves, just to make it extra soft. Though it didn't seem like it, he couldn't sleep at night unless it felt as though he was sleeping on a cloud, there was feathers and moss on every corner and edge and turn on his nest, and it was the exact way he liked it. He wouldn't state it aloud, but he prided himself on the building of his nest, it took him a few moons to make it perfect, and he was unsure about moving it as a whole or taking it apart and moving it piece by piece. If he picked it up and moved it whole, he would need another set of paws and would receive funny looks, and he didn't really plan on bothering a warrior, and already didn't like some of the looks he got from a few of his clanmates. At the same time, however, if he took it apart and transported it in pieces, then it would take longer, and he didn't think he could get it perfectly right again. The fluffy, ebony tom pouted and sat down, his lapis hues flickered with contemplation.

Fallenstar knew it was a trivial thing to think about, but for him, he was just trying to take his mind off of what was happening around him, take his mind off the dark thoughts that threatened his sanity once more. He had already let them win once, and he didn't want to let it happen again, not after what he had done. The risk was too high, he had killed a senior warrior, and after meeting Honeypool, only then did that dark blight disappear, and she wasn't around anymore, she wasn't here to chase away all those horrid memories, those horrid thoughts. He tilted his head to the side and let out a sigh, it was a hard puzzle to solve indeed, the pro's and con's were equal for both possabilities, maybe he needed a 2nd opinion to help him decide. Though he was prepared for one feline to look at him as if he was an idiot, but he couldn't let this problem be unsolved.

The early morning sunlight would usually play a large role in most cats' daily routine, but not for Coralear. The peachy-coloured female had been bumbling about since the first rays of gold had begun to dance their way into the clearing, and even then she had been awake far earlier before that. Not a single yawn passed by her stoic self, only the faintest of twitches could be seen as she forced herself to remain lively and helpful in the morning-time. Coralear prided herself in being a useful cat, and it wasn't likely that she would be giving that up on that idea anytime soon. With a subtle flick of her banner, the she-cat rose up onto all-fours. Shaking out any remaining particles of dust and dirt from her thick coat didn't take all too long, but she did pause momentarily to swipe her tongue over a few dishevelled tufts of hair. Then, after a brief moment of psyching herself up, the female began on her journey to the Warriors' Den; prepared to face a young tom who was just screaming to get into trouble. She was like a strong mother-figure for a few of the cats, including the male who she was ready to lecture. Having been there to tell him off and give him warnings on how to behave, the she-cat may as well have been his mother.
Wisps of air rose out from both her nostrils and parted lips, whilst the two-toned molly ambled through the structural entrance of the den. Vines clambered around her bodice for only a few moments, before her paws had continued to move instinctively towards the curled-up frame of another feline. She was careful not to tread over other cats' beds; knowing how much work everyone put into their sleeping areas. Or, most of everyone at least. Honey-like gaze drifting over to her own moss bedding, the she-cat couldn't help but feel warmth build up in her chest. A few dainty flowers had been woven into it, not only by herself, but by a few of the felines who spoke with her too. She liked to tell them it was therapeutic, just patiently weaving the delicate plants in and out from the ferns. And, it almost was. Coralear's lips curved upwards at the mere thought of some pretty flowers, with fragile petals and intricately-designed patterns. Especially if their meaning was significant, or just in general very meaningful to the female.

As she trailed her hues up from her own bed, she was met with the fluffy form of Fallenstar. A single brow rose upon her forehead, with a crease forming in between. The tom seemed to be deep in thought; probably contemplating something. Now, it wasn't really Coralear's place to be, but she couldn't help but feel concern for the leader. Of course, if it were anyone else she would feel the same. But, with him being in the Warriors' Den, and seeming somewhat concentrated; she couldn't help but want to check up on him. Without thinking all too much on the decision, the eloquent she-cat began to approach the ebony feline. Not an ounce of her form showed inferiority or perhaps even anxiety; she was just casual about it, like she would be with any cat. As her paws met with the softer terrain below, the she-cat finally gave out a sigh of sorts, nestling her hind onto the earth. "Are you alright?" She asked, flicking her oculars towards the larger male in front of her. Her original reasoning of even entering the Warriors' Den had now been swatted away, and instead she was willing to just listen to anything that Fallenstar had to tell her. That was, if he felt comfortable doing so.