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.