Leon's shoulders managed to slump even more than they had at Drizzlestar's words, but he still nodded fervently when they had finished. He stood up, head low and looking at the ground as he slowly walked away. "O'course, thank you very much, Drizzlestar," he said with gratitude.
He looked up to say, "I'll keep to my own business for a while. You won't catch me in your fur for a good bit!" Leon sounded a bit more chipper now, encouraging himself for at least being able to do the one thing he's asked. He then turned tail and left, the usual spring in his step as he exited the camp.
He looked up to say, "I'll keep to my own business for a while. You won't catch me in your fur for a good bit!" Leon sounded a bit more chipper now, encouraging himself for at least being able to do the one thing he's asked. He then turned tail and left, the usual spring in his step as he exited the camp.
Waking as Leon trotted out of the camp, Amberpaw yawned, opening his eyes and looking out of the den. He stood, stretching himself out and stepping into the warm sunlight in the camp clearing. Looking around, the orange and white striped cat thought he saw a tailtip disappearing into the woods outside the camp, but didn't think any of it. He saw Drizzlestar and Foxsong talking, and he tilted his head, approaching cautiously. "Morning, Drizzlestar and Foxsong," he said, nodding to each of them in turn.
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Waking as Leon trotted out of the camp, Amberpaw yawned, opening his eyes and looking out of the den. He stood, stretching himself out and stepping into the warm sunlight in the camp clearing. Looking around, the orange and white striped cat thought he saw a tailtip disappearing into the woods outside the camp, but didn't think any of it. He saw Drizzlestar and Hazeltuft talking, and he tilted his head, approaching cautiously. "Morning, Drizzlestar and Hazeltuft," he said, nodding to each of them in turn.
((Were you talking about Honeytuft or Foxsong? Foxsong is the one currently talking to Drizzlestar and Honeytuft is in the medicine cat den ☺️))
Mosspebble made her way into the medicine den, water still lightly dripping off of her pelt. The whole incident with the river made her cautious of going back there. Shrugging the thought off, she dug around the den's crevices to find comfortable materials to make another nest out of.
She noticed that Honeytuft hadn't followed her in yet, probably preoccupied with talking to other Clanmates. While she had the time to be by herself, Mosspebble laid out what she had for a makeshift nest.
Stepping out of the medicine cat den, she noticed Honeytuft speaking with Minnowstone a few tail lengths away. She padded up to them and meowed, "Is everything alright?"
She noticed that Honeytuft hadn't followed her in yet, probably preoccupied with talking to other Clanmates. While she had the time to be by herself, Mosspebble laid out what she had for a makeshift nest.
Stepping out of the medicine cat den, she noticed Honeytuft speaking with Minnowstone a few tail lengths away. She padded up to them and meowed, "Is everything alright?"
When Mosspebble approached, Minnowstone was still processing Honeytuft’s story about her brother. She couldn’t think up any adequate way to offer her apology or sympathy, other than to sneak Leon something off the kill pile next time he showed up.
“All dry?” she asked Mosspebble weakly, avoiding the question. “Anything I could get for you that you didn’t manage to gather?”
“All dry?” she asked Mosspebble weakly, avoiding the question. “Anything I could get for you that you didn’t manage to gather?”
Foxsong wrote:
((Were you talking about Honeytuft or Foxsong? Foxsong is the one currently talking to Drizzlestar and Honeytuft is in the medicine cat den ☺️))
((I was talking about Foxsong, sorry. I'll go up and fix it.☺️))
CoolShortie wrote:
Foxsong wrote:
((Were you talking about Honeytuft or Foxsong? Foxsong is the one currently talking to Drizzlestar and Honeytuft is in the medicine cat den ☺️))
((I was talking about Foxsong, sorry. I'll go up and fix it.☺️))
((Lol no big deal, it was just a bit confusing.))
Honeytuft turned, pulled out of her thoughts when she realized it was Mosspebble. The she-cat remembered how cold she was and let out a shiver. "Yeah," she said, shaking slightly, "just talking about my mousebrained brother."
She tried to put on a more pleasant expression, but the cold in her fur and the topic of her struggling sibling had brought her early morning mood down dramatically. "Do you need help setting up another nest, or have you done it already? A warm, dry nap sounds very nice right about now."
She tried to put on a more pleasant expression, but the cold in her fur and the topic of her struggling sibling had brought her early morning mood down dramatically. "Do you need help setting up another nest, or have you done it already? A warm, dry nap sounds very nice right about now."
Foxsong nodded a welcome at Amberpaw. “Good morning Amberpaw, sleep well?”
The orange cat looked at Foxsong, smiling. "Yes, I did, thank you," he replied. "Did you sleep well, Foxsong?" He asked in return.
Foxsong nodded, “Any plans for today?” She asked the orange Tom. Her tail was swaying back and forth in the grass.
The cat shook his head. "None yet," he said. He looked around the clearing. "Do you know where Honeytuft is?" He asked.
“Last I saw of her, she was heading to the medicine cat den with Mosspebble. There was a bit of an incident this morning, but both she-cats should be fine.” She responded, gesturing with her tail in the general direction of the den.
When Foxsong mentioned an incident, Amberpaw's head titled, a look of concern coming over his features. "What sort of incident? Is everyone alright?" He asked, his tail-tip flicking nervously.
