no angst THE MESS THEY MADE [ ✦ ] camp cleaning

[Bluepool]

Camp repairs was probably the most boring but most important task ever. For the most part, WindClan warriors slept in the open when the weather had permitted but the rogues had shredded nests. They had gone into the burrows and trashed them, they had even tried to take down the camps wall in places. Bluepool has to wonder about it all. What were they even doing here at night that they had lived in such disarray. There is no sense she can gleam from the chaos though her imagination does try to come up with plausible answers while she works.

She is currently scraping all the ruined bedding from the sandy hollow, a frown clear as day plastered on her face while she works. "Who in their right mind would destroy a nest like this instead of sleeping in it" she grumbles and it is clear by the dismay in her eyes that she is mourning the perfect nest she had crafted before they had been driven out. It had been perhaps the best nest she had ever created. Lined with feathers and rabbit hairs she had been saving for moons, plush with wool and moss and she had been looking forward to spending a cozy leaf-fall in it. She would have been so warm! Now she had nothing. She would have to start over from scratch.

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[Thriftfeather]

Ultimately, the time spent away from camp had been small when taken with the totality of Thriftpaw's life. It still feels as though it had been longer since he has been here without a fight. He can take it in properly now; what has changed at what has, impossibly, stayed the same. The rogues had made a mess of things. Thriftpaw watches with a passive interest as Bluepool tries to clean it up, to make things right, and then, remembering his manners, rushes to aid her.

"They wanted to — they wanted to destroy anything that was us," Thriftpaw gestures broadly to encompass the whole of WindClan, "Rogues don't live civilized lives," He frowns, wonders what that would have made him without WindClan, and begins nudging some of the ruined bedding into a mishappen pile, "Do you think anything made it?"​

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