EVIDENT UTENSIL ♡ ALGAE CLEANING

[MIRESTAR]

"Seems like a good spot to start at."

The well-trodden path leads them to one of the bigger pools of swamp; any surrounding pines that have accompanied the patrol on their walk spread out, encircling the murky waters like a protective row of guardians. Those unfamiliar with the marshes might easily mistake it for a strangely-colored bit of undergrowth; this is nothing like the fast-moving streams of RiverClan or the calm ponds scattered throughout ThunderClan's woods. A serene spot, surely, with how quiet it is here... the thick water does not move, courtesy of the layer of algae settling on top of it.

Mirepurr swats a dragonfly from the vicinity of their ear as they traverse the edge. There hadn't been a greenleaf downpour the fast few days, so the mud here is not too terribly slick. It is stable enough for the cats to stabilize themselves and avoid diving head-first into the water.

"Let's all grab a branch. The bigger, the better... but not too big. If it's too heavy, just drop it. We don't want any of you falling in," they explain, hoping not to return with dirt-soaked Clanmates. Stray pine needles skid away as Mirepurr goes and looks for branches scattered on the ground — when they spot one, they beckon Plumpaw with a delicate swish of their tail. "Want to try with me for starters?"

@plumpaw @FAWNHEART @ASHENFALL @THRASHERTHROAT

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[FAWNHEART]

Fawnheart has always been the timid sort. When he was placed with a group consisting of their deputy... He could not refuse, nor could he look Mirepurr in the eye when approaching her. Once everyone gathered, they quickly set off. He could not muster his courage in speaking to the other warriors or even Plumpaw. The only courage he had was to stare at the ground while following behind everyone.

Indeed, this was a good start to spot. His pink nose scrunches from the pungent odor. I-i-i know this is what we have to do, b-b-but! Oh, but it would smell worse if more of this gunk was here. Mirepurr's words cut through his thoughts, the cream tabby looking up and meeting the deputy's gaze only for a moment before darting to his own paws. There is no need to respond, considering these were orders.

Like everyone else he goes off in search of a decent sized branch. I could grab a bigger one, but I don't want to make a fool of myself. The image of himself grabbing a branch far too big and heavy comes to mind, ending in a mud disaster. Not to mention smelly. In any case he returns with stick in maw, hoping no one hisses at him for not grabbing a bigger one. While Mirepurr is busy with Plumpaw, he begins the task of removing the algae awkwardly. Don't fall in. Don't fall in. Don't jinx yourself.​