For just three cats, the instructions of the Lead Warrior had not been entirely clear. Then again, Sharpshadow hadn't been clear for her entire announcement. Wrong seasons mentioned, overly complicated patrols, patrols that didn't specify enough - all topped off with a reason for such anxiety: Smogstar. He had been sick and yet likely too proud for anyone to see him die, a heavy feeling had settled in her heart since the gathering, one that told her that he had gone off somewhere to be alone in his final hours. It wasn't easily voiced, not when she'd had her own experience with disappearances. She was certain if anyone had told her that about Splashdance, she'd have killed them.
"We ain't gonna find much here," she mewed quietly as she turned to Salamandersnap and Snowlark. Camp had been searched to death (poor choice of words, perhaps), and though the black cat had asked them to keep an eye out, it seemed utterly pointless. "So we'll just focus on making this place all nice and secure, ok?" Emerald eyes traced over weak spots she'd discerned from her trips outside - the dirtplace boundaries, the Nursery walls, the entrance. All served different demographics of ShadowClan, all were frail in some way, easy for ShadowClanners to sneak out of (she would know). It was just a matter of which one needed attention first - to Ferndance, it was no contest. "We will be making the Nursery walls thicker," she decided, gesturing with her tail towards it. "It's always worried me that foxes and badgers could dig into it if they wanted too... if they have to bury under more brambles, they'd probably think twice." Unless they liked having thorny paws. Ferndance was all for weird and wonderful experiences, but having had thorns stuck in her paw pads all too often, she didn't think it was weird or wonderful.
With any luck, ShadowClan's predators would feel the same way.
"Ok. Chop chop, let's get started."
[ patrol tag ; @SALAMANDERSNAP , @Snowlark. -- no need to wait for them! <3 ]
