Padding over to join the growing crowd, Brokenstream nodded appreciatively at Seabreeze. ”I agree- this is a fantastic idea!” He purred to his fellow Lionheart. ”Mind if I join you?” He meowed to an orange she-cat who called about treasure hunting. ”Vixenflame, right?” The Lionheart asked with a tilt of his head. He knew the Lionheart team has a bit of a damaged reputation right now, but he believed Seabreeze was going in the right direction to fix it, and Brokenstream himself figured the best way to help was, well, to help.
Heroneye tentatively padded up. If this was a matter of being productive and preparing the new camp, she could work with that. Not so much the social aspect.
"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.
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
It's more of a surprise than anything to hear his voice once again. Seabreeze. A cat she thought was still holed up in the warrior dens. The lack of activity from him becomes more concerning than anything, which was why this sudden event had surprised her. Perhaps he was alright...? She couldn't put a paw on whether he had issues or was just moping around, nor does she stay around him often enough to find out. But this was definitely an improvement, one for the better, no yelling, no drama, no fights.
Floodsight made her way over to the gathering of cats chattering here and there about decoration. Ah yes...one of RiverClan's specialties, making pretty dens and taking some form of pride in it. The silver molly supposed she could help out and perhaps...chat? Not a huge fan of chatting, but she told herself to try and make that improvement. Hearing Vixenflame calling out for others to join, she'd made her way over. Floodsight has yet to talk to the other molly properly before, so it would be a good chance to.
"Hi there.." Floodsight greeted softly, "Mind I join as well?"
When Brokenstream (oooh, another lionheart!) approached her with interest, she greeted him with a warm, affirming nod. "Absolutely! And yep, that's m'name." A toothy grin spread its way across her muzzle, glad her name was remembered correctly.
Then, to her surprise, another cat appeared. Stars, this treasure hunting was a bigger hit than she expected. "Hm?" Vixenflame twisted her head to see the newcomer on her good side, hardly hearing her. "Oh, Floodlight! Don't mind at all, the more the merrier." She purred, gesturing her over with a wave of her tail.
Now that she had enough paws for a small team, the russet warrior began scheming places to search. "Y'all reckon the shallow stream has any good shells hiding in it? I'd like to collect some for Dusklion's den. A little gift to come back to might be nice, no?"
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A while back, this was something Wisteriawren would have hosted. Right now, all she could do was inch her way over and sit in a far back corner, staring down at her paws. Her clawless ones. Her sense of self had been battered and bruised over the moons in RiverClan - but Wisteriawren was aware this wasn't only her own situation. She'd been left behind so many times she wasn't sure if she was meant to walk beside anyone anymore.
But if there was one thing she never again wanted to stop doing, it was lending a helping paw. She'd always get hurt, over and over again, but Wisteriawren was learning to bear it better each time, even if it seemed to sting worse to keep going than it did when she'd just given up.
Brokenstream gave a friendly mrrow as Floodsight appeared, eyes warm. ”Hey, Floodsight- the more the merrier.” He replied, already padding down towards the shallow stream Vixenflame had suggested. ”Only one way to find out.” The tom meowed, splashing his paws in the water to see if he could disturb anything to the surface.
”We’re in luck!” He called over his shoulder, hooking out a small broken shell. ”It’s not perfect, but I like it.” He said thoughtfully, placing it in the beginnings of a small pile next to him. ”And I’m sure Dusklion will like that.” Brokenstream said to Vixenflame.
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21 moons . missing back leg
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cobwebfern hauled herself up and padded over to wisteriawren, offering her a paw. ' hey. ' she grinned, a soft smile lighting up her face. all of her bones ached and she was so very tired, but the clan needed help setting up, and she was dedicated to her home. ' d'ya want to go collect moss for the nests? i slept on a pile of leaves last night and it was.. less than comfortable. i'll be honest. '
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she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
Hearing Seabreeze's idea, Duskleaf debated with himself whether to join in or not. Since being demoted, he'd been trying to keep a low profile since undoubtedly a lot of cats would still be angry at him, and at the last meeting he’d made an absolute fool of himself not even realising he wasn’t having a dream. Heck, he was still sleeping in a tree! But…maybe this was the way to move on from that? Not the sleeping in a tree part, he kinda liked that and maybe it'd go well with his leafy fur, but the keeping a low profile part. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to join the growing crowd, looking around for somecat to talk to.
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