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Things have been weird as of late. Understandably of course- with twolegs roaming about and clanmates going missing, with a never-ending stream of WindClanners taking refuge in the pines. And though trepidation gnaws at him with every moment that passes, Greenpaw can only figure the same of the rest of his clanmates too, right?
They need something to cheer them up, all of them. And Greenpaw's mind only has a constant hunger for a distraction.
He's been working on this for a few days now. Here and there, in between training, on the way back from patrols, just wandering around camp. Picking up small things - feathers fallen from birds he's caught, flowers from the edge of camp, interesting-looking pebbles, pinecones, sticks. Anything he could scrounge up, he was bringing back to set beside his nest, a slowly growing pile until he's deemed it enough to start dragging out to the center of camp.
And though some of his findings might be the most fantastic, he thinks someone might like them. It's the best he can find, after all, with limitations set upon the clan, these days. Perhaps one day, when he's a warrior and able to roam more freely, he'll be able to find better trinkets to share with his clanmates. Hopefully, things will be better the next time, and his gifts will be just because, rather than to disperse portions of his own distractions in hopes of easing others' minds.
He sorts out his treasures - matching feathers with feathers, sticks with sticks, fussing with them until they all look just right. Bright eyes gleam in triumph when he straightens the final pebble, and he sits behind his arrangement. Perfect.
"Gifts! Come get your gifts!" the boy calls out to the camp, ginger tail thumping against the ground. He waits in anticipation for his first customers before speaking again. "Take what you want! Only one though - gotta make sure there's enough for everyone! Or... I can choose for you, if you can't decide!"
They need something to cheer them up, all of them. And Greenpaw's mind only has a constant hunger for a distraction.
He's been working on this for a few days now. Here and there, in between training, on the way back from patrols, just wandering around camp. Picking up small things - feathers fallen from birds he's caught, flowers from the edge of camp, interesting-looking pebbles, pinecones, sticks. Anything he could scrounge up, he was bringing back to set beside his nest, a slowly growing pile until he's deemed it enough to start dragging out to the center of camp.
And though some of his findings might be the most fantastic, he thinks someone might like them. It's the best he can find, after all, with limitations set upon the clan, these days. Perhaps one day, when he's a warrior and able to roam more freely, he'll be able to find better trinkets to share with his clanmates. Hopefully, things will be better the next time, and his gifts will be just because, rather than to disperse portions of his own distractions in hopes of easing others' minds.
He sorts out his treasures - matching feathers with feathers, sticks with sticks, fussing with them until they all look just right. Bright eyes gleam in triumph when he straightens the final pebble, and he sits behind his arrangement. Perfect.
"Gifts! Come get your gifts!" the boy calls out to the camp, ginger tail thumping against the ground. He waits in anticipation for his first customers before speaking again. "Take what you want! Only one though - gotta make sure there's enough for everyone! Or... I can choose for you, if you can't decide!"