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The rogues had exiled them from their home once, they could not do it again. Battle and glory filled the tabby's thoughts with the motivation to spite his own fatigue and keep making preparations should their home be at risk once more. A silver head twisted towards the sky to judge where the sun was, halfway across the sky, then, towards the ground outside of SkyClan's camp. The forest floor was dusted with snow... and sticks, and dead leaves, exposed to the elements by the Lead Warrior's heavy paws. Gently, he moved one such limb over a twig, pressing down until he could hear the groans of protest from the wood, and released before it broke entirely. 'They'll see it...' Even his eyes, sullied by combat, could make sense of the oranges and browns exposed on a white background. Just as he wouldn't step on them while hunting, the rogues shouldn't step on them when they were trying to ambush their own prey. 'But... if it buys us time, it's worth it...' Time was all they needed to endure whatever the rogues had to offer. Time, and a damn good set of claws.
Crunch. An ear flickered at the noise behind him and the tabby whipped his head around, ears flat against his skull. "Watch where you're going!" He warned, voice rumbling like the warning of thunder. Nostrils flared, then, a pale nose wrinkled in thought as he straightened his frazzled posture. There was no apology from his maw, instead, an explanation spilled from it. "These... I'm setting up traps for the rogues. If at least one of us can hear when a rogue steps on one of these, then they'll lose the upper paw in any attack they make." The selfish part of him wished they would test their luck, he had been denied the opportunity to make things right before and deliver justice with his own paws, but, the sensible part of him tried not to get tempted by the desire. He didn't want to think about how many would die if he got what he wanted. 'It's why I'm a Lead Warrior, not a Leader.' His head tilted somewhat, the lash of his tail betraying the innocence of the gesture. "Will you help?" Help set the perimeter alarms up, he meant.