Leafcry was buzzing about ThunderClan camp, taking small and quick steps as he went. Evidently, he was rather preoccupied, his head turning left and right as his eyes scanned the ground. This was rather unusual for the warrior, who seldom took much of anything quite so seriously.
She was tempted to ask another cat for help, but well, then she would have to explain her predicament, which would become quite awkward rather quickly. The truth was that she’d lost something--a Twoleg trinket, to be exact. Of course, Leafcry would never dream of having anything to do with a Twoleg; they were so loud and destructive. But when she’d found a colorful, shiny band apparently discarded by one, she decided to keep it because, well, it was shiny and cool and pretty. Leafcry had kept it tucked away in their nest, but it had recently disappeared, nowhere to be found. Nobody had said anything, so it probably just got thrown out when someone was changing the bedding, or gotten caught on something, or who knows what. But one way or another, it was gone, and Leafcry wanted it back.
Anyways, hanging on to something like that probably wasn’t considered bad on its own, but Leafcry figured their Clanmates would probably think that they wanted to be a kittypet or something, and it would just be a huge headache and entirely not worth the frustration. So they decided that they would find it, even if they looked ridiculous doing it.
Leafcry paused mid step, noticing Alpinepaw, who had apparently noticed him.
“Uh…” Leafcry mumbled, as amiably as could be expected. They searched their brain for some alternative reason as to why they’d be circling around the camp like a dog, but they had nothing. But this cat must be an apprentice, and, as such, probably got up to all sorts of mischief herself, right? So maybe it’d be okay if they very subtly brought up the topic.
“So, um. You wouldn’t happen to have noticed anything… strange lying around camp, would you? Something small and gold and shimmery?” Leafcry began hesitantly.
The sudden commotion had Wolfhive on edge, and he quickly moved to intervene and intercept Fallingkit. He hadn't spoken to the other in some time -- not really since the raid-- and it was weird seeing him in his fallen state. Demoted to their lowest rank.
Still, Wolfhive kept a neutral expression. "What in the hell is going on??"
The sudden commotion had Wolfhive on edge, and he quickly moved to intervene and intercept Fallingkit. He hadn't spoken to the other in some time -- not really since the raid-- and it was weird seeing him in his fallen state. Demoted to their lowest rank.
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Still, Wolfhive kept a neutral expression. "What in the hell is going on??"
Falling-kit stopped when wolfhive stopped him "Nothing wolf-hive." he said bluntly "My life just seems to be getting worse Every.Single.Day." he hissed mostly to himself with his tail low
"Don't lie to me." Wolfhive managed to keep the growl from his voice but he was not happy. "You were just yowling at Thorntail and now you're being a hiss baby. What's going on?"
"Don't lie to me." Wolfhive managed to keep the growl from his voice but he was not happy. "You were just yowling at Thorntail and now you're being a hiss baby. What's going on?"
Mapledawn, Firepaw, and Summerpaw sat in the clearing
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"I wouldn't care." It's flat, but true. A lifetime ago Wolfhive was a lone survivor kitten in the territory, being near-eaten by a fox that'd taken out his siblings. The cats attached to him by blood abandoned him. "And I recommend you don't start. Unless you have a personal connection to this cat, it shouldn't matter. Blood doesn't define you, it's what you do -- 'n the relationships you build." Fallingkit could choose to whine and pout about some nameless blood tie, but it seemed impractical and foolish to Wolfhive. "'N don't go thinking anyone around here's gonna care you aren't full-Clan, we're so mixed up I don't even think a 'pure' blooded one exists. Just put ThunderClan first 'n you're golden."
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