PIGEONPELT
Following besides all the other warriors anticipating, Pigeonpelt found herself studying the territory around her continuously. Perhaps she knew that this was... quite a serious event. Perhaps though a bit convinced that she couldn't be picked herself, she was still excited for what may happen. It'll always be a good experience for the young molly anyway, correct? Her tail flickered as the black and white molly stopped, gazing over at Dusklion as they continued with the orders. Her vision briefly passed the figure of Adderpaw and Roseshard before it flickered back over to the Lionheart. They would trot for another while forward before they reached their final destination. Lowering her head, Pigeonpelt would silently and attentively listen to the orders given.
It was clear that this would be of cooperation just by the first description of the area. There were much dangers and it wouldn't be reasonable for one to venture off fending for themselves. Finding herself zooming out as groups were announced, her ears would abruptly perk up when her name was called.
Third group, third group... her mind trailed as she wandered away from those still awaiting for their duties, and towards the gathering few cats. She was never fairly acquainted with any of them, but perhaps this interaction could smoothen it out. Maybe she'd find herself someone who has the same thoughts that could blend in with hers, too.
"Such a lovely day," She greeted them with a brief flick of her ears. Azure blue eyes bright, she looked ready, and at least confident, under her graceful paw steps. Her coat was healthily glinting as she rethought what they had to do. Take care of the beavers and their dam. Taking a deep breath, Pigeonpelt shook her pelt once again. She was to first listen to her teammates before her head cock to the side thoughtfully. She had to think of a plan and prove herself useful... to stay, and have a possibility.
All of them had great ideas, and Pigeonpelt had to admit that she couldn't think of anything others. She hadn't seen beavers before, but she had heard of descriptions of their advantages and appearances.
"We really need to know how many there are... beavers are a lot larger and stronger than any one of us," She pointed out.
"We don't know how many cats we need to take one down. She was uncertain, and that only grew worse when she thought that she may be wrong and could be contradicted any time. She wasn't the best at providing advice.
"However I believe we need to destroy their dam first, well, if possible." Taking a deep breath, she continued on.
"They may navigate their dams fluently, and if we were to take care of them outside, they could always sneak back in. Without their dams, we can attack them better, at least I've thought so." Pigeonpelt's whiskers twitched.
" Plus, then we could know if any had been hiding inside or not- even if we try to get in we can get lost, and they may not always venture out even if we lure them."
"But otherwise, the battle plans seemed to work well. Having powerful and agile cats cooperate can be useful." She ended her comment with a nod and a slightly weak smile.
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