RiverClan Leader's Den

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| BERRYPAW |

small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector

[ riverclan mc apprentice | she-cat | 9 moons | timid, kind, hardworking ]

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Berrypaw nodded swiftly, her eyes still shining as she dwelled on Fadingsun seeming confident in her. "Yeah, o-okay... I will!" She assured, making a mental note to come back to the leader to show him what she knew. It became like a mission in her mind, propelling her to want to learn even more herbs in order to impress RiverClan's head... or, at least, let him know she won't be screwing everything up as Mistyshard's apprentice. Hopefully both, if she pulled it off.

"...Thanks, Fadingsun," Berrypaw mewed earnestly, dipping her head in respect for her leader. She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should say anything else. Deciding there was nothing else but extra babble she'd say, she gave him an apologetic smile for lingering around before turning tail and padding out, trying to keep her pace steady. As soon as she left the den she exhaled, the tension in her body relaxing as she headed back to the medicine den. He was much nicer than she thought, but that didn't stop the nerves from speaking one-on-one with the leader of the Clan. Anyone would be a bit nervous about that, right?

[ @occultation ]

[occultation]

[ Set after RiverClan's camp has been cleaned out + dens established ]

( @taillow )

Sitting around in pain every time he took a breath had given Fadingstar plenty of time to think. Fighting for the new camp had been invigorating; it was the first time in a while he'd felt like he'd accomplished something significant. And, frankly, that was probably because he'd had his nose buried too deeply in worrying about punishments and keeping cats in line.

It shouldn't be his job to handle those things; what was the point in having a deputy and Lionhearts if not to handle the smaller things so that he could focus on the bigger picture? If he could trust that others were handling his Clan's discipline, he could spend more time training apprentices, finding new territory, patrolling- doing all kinds of things.

Plus, his Clan had, so far, behaved themselves since returning. He didn't trust at this point that it would last, but they were starting to show that they'd learned their lesson. So, perhaps it was a good time for him to step back.

Leaning out of his new den and trying to ignore the pain bursting in his chest, he called, "Dusklion! Come here; I want to speak with you about a few things."