SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE ☆ PRIVATE

[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 7 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

Alright, so. This whole confined to camp thing, right? She's...she's practically gotten over herself about it. It just takes not thinking at all about what she's really doing or why she has to do it—which Salamanderpaw is remarkably good at—and finding ways to keep busy—which Salamandepaw is...getting better at.

But today. Today the sun rises just to spite her. Today she's got this yucky pit in her stomach and her thoughts are a little too runaway to manage; always straying toward topics she'd rather they didn't, ones that have her whiskers drooping and her tail spiked up in agitation. Briefly she entertains thoughts of the old kithood practice of punching rocks until her paws chap (after all, brand new Cliffhome has plenty of rocks), but she doesn't pursue the impulse. There's got to be some better way to spend her time. She's not a little kitten anymore.

Salamanderpaw mills sluggishly around camp. She doesn't want to do any of the things she's supposed to do right now. She almost wants to crawl back into her nest and pout herself to sleep but that won't look good to anybody. She's supposed to be being good about this. So—what? She could find Seapaw, maybe, but she's been trying to keep her punishment a secret from them and Tinytoad. No, it's not family she needs right now, it's something else. Good, respected warriors all talk to their clanmates, they don't sulk in their nests or sit around aimlessly. So what Salamanderpaw needs to do is...

"BEAVERPAW! BEAVERPAW, ARE YOU HERE???!"

He comes to mind after some thought. Such a timid cat. He definitely needs someone to whip him into shape, and Salamanderpaw definitely needs someone to boss around right now so she can feel better to start imparting her great wisdom unto her denmates to demonstrate how valuable she really is.

"I GOTTA TALK TO YOU!!!"

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; BEAVERPAW