[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 11 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

Salamanderpaw spends an inordinately long pause staring at the tide, marking the way it paws at the shore in long, greedy swipes. Would it be so hard so swim in that? Couldn't be, if you're strong, right? And swimming's about the last thing she needs before she gets that name, and...

And.

And you're thinking really stupid stuff, she chastises herself, quickly scrounging for sticks and pusing to peel lengths of moss up from soaked driftwood. Eventually she's got a nice little collection and she's looking for Beaverpaw, since she hasn't seen Cherryswirl in a moment. She isn't too worried if they've wound up coming out here without a warrior. They're practically all grown up, themselves, aren't they?

"Hey, Beaverpaw, I'm done. Let's head back."

+3 moss, +2 sticks

@Dust ; CHERRYSWIRL
@Idiotic.Bean101 ; BEAVERPAW