
February 22nd, 2025, 11:57 PM
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Re: RiverClan Territory
Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Lionheart |Juniperberry hesitated, and for a moment, Heroneye was certain that he would be returning to camp with her. But then he spoke, electing to stay out instead. Well, that was his prerogative, after all. Her eyes flashed with sympathy as Juniperberry claimed that he wouldn't be missed; that was a feeling Heroneye knew well. But even then (or perhaps because of that), the Lionheart didn't quite know what to say to raise his spirits, or if she even could.
Fortunately, Juniperberry saved her from having to speak by asking Heroneye if she would help with his den. Her whiskers twitched. Heroneye didn't know anything about building dens; she was no WindClan tunneller, and from what the Lionheart could tell, the warrior wasn't much better. It would just be two minnow-brains scraping fruitlessly at the earth in the freezing weather.
"Alright," Heroneye meowed at last. Who knew, perhaps this would prove enriching. It wasn't like Heroneye had anything better to do besides... sleeping. She'd be fine. In any case, it did feel wrong to leave Juniperberry alone here, clearly stressed about that light. And she had been wanting to strengthen her bonds with her Clanmates lately; perhaps this was an opportunity to do just that, and she just hadn't realized it before. Even if that didn't work out, she could, at the very least, make sure he didn't burry himself alive and get himself killed. "But I know nothing of building dens. I wouldn't expect too much from me," she warned.
"If that's fine with you, how would you like to start?"
( @FANNIBAL - Juniperberry )
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