Salamanderpaw is...undecided, on Newhome. The old camp, the mountain camp, the twoleg den, and now this. Newhome. Feels a bit odd to call it that, even to herself. As though she hasn't experienced plenty of Newhomes in her life already. This may be why she's ultimately so apathetic about the place. There's this awful expectation tick-tick-ticking at the back of her mind that some new hell will unfold and this Newhome, like plenty of the Oldhomes before it, will have to be left behind. Some new invasion or battle or threat, some new thing to jeopardize and displace them—it's got to be coming, right? It's got to. Why else would she feel like they're not done running?

So when Seabreeze calls out, encouraging the clan to take a moment and just be decent with each other, be sweet, take time to shape Newhome into something that feels like Riverclan lives here and can live here, she's. Skeptical. Bored, even. What's the point, if it all might need to be abandoned in a few moons' time?

"How do we know something's not gonna happen?" She pipes up, picking at the ground restlessly. "What if there's monsters again?" Monster now being her official preferred shorthand for anything that isn't Riverclan and is a threat. The standard usage of that term can eat it. "What if we do all this and then we need to leave again?"

There isn't really argument in her voice. She doesn't seem to be digging her heels in, protesting the event, just—worried, perhaps. Maybe Salamanderpaw just wants explicit permission to feel at home in this place. Or at least a bit of reassurance that it wouldn't be stupid of her or of any of them to get their hopes up that it's really all over, that it's really okay. She eyes the dens and, higher up, the camp's brambly perimeter—things which will need to be made stronger and safer to endure the elements and the monsters. Maybe...maybe that. She can help do that, and it won't feel like a waste. It won't feel stupid. She wonders if there's anyone around who had ever done much work on the old camp's reinforcements. Their input might be especially valuable. How did you do it? How would you make it better?

Though she's left her doubts hanging in the air, she scoots over a little ways with this new chore in mind. She can whine about what ifs all day long, but the fact of the matter right now is that other cats are going to settle in no matter what, and they'll need strong walls around them. Even if those walls are punched through within the next moon or so. Even if there's another Newhome that they're destined to run to.

"Someone show me how to make walls!"

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"Well, I think that's an excellent idea, Seabreeze!" Vixenflame replied, approaching the lionheart with enthusiasm in her step. She was glad at least one of the lionhearts decided to encourage something productive and fun around here. The younger warrior was beginning to feel some doubt for the social ranks, especially after the incident with Goldfish and Duskleaf.

"Who wants to go treasure hunting?" She gallantly offered, craning her head in hopes of a response. She figured there might be a pretty seashell or two hiding somewhere in their sandy clearing, or perhaps a shiny collection of pebbles in the little stream that ran through it. There's gotta be something interesting hiding in this sandy wasteland.

Salamanderpaw is sat in deep thought. Most of the dens are already blessedly safe-feeling on account of being big ol' caves but if a big awful monster corners you in a cave, then what? Then you die in a cave. There doesn't seem to be a way to build around Dying In A Cave. Not one she can think of, anyway. Salamanderpaw huffs, eyeing the lichen that curtains much of camp, much of these den-mouths. Would there maybe be a way to turn a flimsy, dangling thing into something stronger and...uh...wallier? If there is, she already knows her big paws lack the finesse required for that kind of weaving.

Hrm. Maybe she should just stick to reinforcing the brambles around the camp itself? Or...or, uhm...uurgh!!! She's about to spit out a deeply age-inappropriate curse of some sort over her own too-slow, unclever thoughts and subpar planning skills, but a light touch to her shoulder distracts her from it. Uh? Oh! It's Rainpaw!

"It's Rainpaw," she chirps aloud, reaching out to try and swat (in a manner that is intended to be friendly but is, as one could assume, a little rough) at her shoulder in return. "Alright, yeah...yeah. As a team. Okay, so you're on my team then!" She doesn't want to dwell. Even if the doubt is not wholly abated, it helps to have—well. A teammate. Even if only for something like wall-weaving. "We're team make this place unpeneshable. Uh, impressionable. Unpenned...able..." she's getting there. "Impenetrable!!" Got it. Salamanderpaw brushes off her difficulty with words and gestures up at the brambles already doing well to conceal the camp from outsiders.

"We're already almost safe but if enough cats really wanna dig through all that to get us then they'll be able to." It's happened before, after all. "So if we do something to make those bushes wall-ier then that's extra work they'd have to do, right? I just don't really know how to...do that." She can recall seeing the work done on old dens in their first camp, but she'd never really thought much of it. Certainly not enough to scrutinize the process.

Blackfrost's mew has her turning, chin up and eyes big. I can offer my experience. "Yes!!" Salamanderpaw agrees, flashing Rainpaw at her side a brief and triumphant grin before storming closer to the older cat. "You're old! That's good—do you know how to make things? Like, walls and stuff? The dens are all—are mostly inside of rocks, only the warrior's den it looks like isn't...so probably we could make that safer somehow. But, all that stuff around camp, can we make it better too? More—wall?" She gestures past all the stone and at the foliage.

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Stagheart glanced down at Daisypaw and Willowtail as Seabreeze spoke, then gave a friendly but curt nod to Sweetsap when she padded up. He narrowed his eyes as he looked around; this would be a good distraction as he waited for Dusklion and Berrypaw to return. He wouldn't admit it outright, but the grumpy ol' tom was nervous for the two of them, especially with all that had happened. And he just wanted them back and safe before they lost two more of the figures that RiverClan needed... and his own adoptive daughter.

Stars! He never worried like this. Little ol' Berrypaw always got his mind in a twist like this, the poor girl. Sighing, he cleared his throat to get his mind back to him. "...Alright, Daisy. How 'bout you go help me get some moss, 'n I can teach ya how to properly make a nest?" He meowed to Daisypaw, glancing at Willowtail and Sweetsap. "You two can join too, o' course."

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short-furred, sleek, dark smoky-gray molly with creamy tan accents and dark green eyes.
purrks: n/a
she/her | riverclan warrior | 30 moons

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Hearing Seabreeze call the clan over for a bonding time didn't seem to be an awful idea, in the warrior’s opinion. It was a way to help all of the clan out with getting along and learning to work together as a team instead of going against each other all the time. Fights and constant arguments seemed to be a constant thing that happened all the time, so going out of her way to try forming a bond with some of her clan-mates would help lower some of the pressures. Besides, helping set up a den really isn't enough to get the molly all tired. Perhaps collecting random trinkets and getting to know some of her clan-mates would help her out? Stifling a sigh, the molly lazily flicked her tail behind herself as she walked up to the surrounding group, looking for someone whom she’d be interested in collecting anything with. Not that she was much of a hoarder or anything, that just sounded like a waste of time, but she would be willing to keep things as keepsakes for the sake of keepsakes, of course. Hopefully, no cat would be a pain in the flank for her, that is.

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