camp THROUGH ME (THE FLOOD) ☀︎ fixing dens

[pebbletail]

(☼) heavy storm clouds race across the sky like great sky-scraping mountains out of elders' tales. a solitary mass of threatening rain hangs over riverclan's makeshift camp, threatening to pour down more misery onto the already miserable group. pebbletail stands in a corner with his gathered patrol, ember eyes flicking from cat to cat. "okay, let's start by scouting out where the old dens were, and clear out some of the debris from over the moons," he decides, head tilting towards the sad looking piles of briar and bramble where he's sure reed dens used to sit.

"otterbite, would you and your apprentices be willing to start gathering up supplies to re-weave the nursery and elders' den? reeds, moss, that sort of thing," he blinks at the older tom and his two charges before his gaze falls to bubbleburst, midnightash, and loveburn. "and then us four can start clearing things out. sound good?" split them up, have them start working, and maybe no one will complain. white-capped paws carry the young man towards the rough looking makeshift nursery, where the queens hustle about to settle their children. beside it, the elders settle their old bones on sandy ground, grumbling about the chaos around them. "we're going to start fixing these dens up for you," the tom explains to both groups, dipping his head in respect. "is there anything else we can get for you while we work?"

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // patrol consists of @LOVEBURN, @otterbite, @bubbleburst, @MIDNIGHTASH, @Jaggedpaw, @Foxpaw!, but queens/kits/elders are encouraged to reply, as well as anyone else who wasn't assigned a task by beefang in this thread. " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 11 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[owlcrest]

feel the rain on your skin

He felt a pang of annoyance, fur bristling slightly at the fact paws worked endlessly at hemlockshines command, only to be washed away and ruined- all over again. Hard work set to be ruined like a leaf pile in Leaffall. And now more preparations for their dens, in a new area as flood waters still have not drained from their camp.

Mismatched gaze of green and blue watched his friend, happier to take orders from him. Beefang had not asked him of anything, but he wanted to do something- thus, here he was. "Pebbletail," he greeted, a small purr in his voice. "What can I do?" He asked, head tilting softly. Sure, he could assume to do something, but as cats started splitting up, he found that the bumble of bees in his brain would tell him that he might get where too many paws are already set.

He leaned in a little closer though, an idea lighting his gaze. "What if ... I have the kits collect the stones scattering camp? A game .. to see who can collect the most?" He asked, eyes glinting and searching for approval from his friend.

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ฅ^._.^ฅ :owl:

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang decides that she would check to see if her little cousin had made any progress with his group and she worried over some of the cats that she had assigned to him so perhaps, she'd make her presence known to make sure that everything goes smoothly. So none of the sharper tongued clanmates in that group wouldn't get any bright ideas and give her kin any issues at all, her whiskers twitch as she walks over with snowy dipped paws and her ears tilt forward as her lone gaze locks onto the honeyed ones belonging to Pebbletail. "How's everything going?" She offers him a rare smile only to catch onto the instructions that he had given her littermate and the rest of those in the group, she briefly glances to Owlpaw deciding to let the blue tabby give the young apprentice directions only to turn her gaze towards the rest of them does she give a curt nod "You heard him, let's start tidying up so we can have it comfortable enough for the elder and queens."

The tone of her voice hardly leaves any room for argument and Beefang begins to use her jaws to carefully begin clearing out some of the debris into a pile that they could dispose of properly later. The brambles prick at her paws but she ignores the way it tugs at her curly coat on her paws, her whiskers twitch carefully only to spare a glance in the direction of the queens along with their kittens. Her concern lingers on Sparrowkit knowing that she had been bleeding and hopes that Moonbeam had been able to help the kitten, her feathery tail sweep behind her as she straightens her posture out of habit. Her mind thinks about the clanmates that had been swept away by the water both those who could swim and several of the drypaws, a frown forms on her maw glancing to Loveburn and mumbles to her littermate for his ears to hear alone "Do you think they're alright? ... Those that had been swept away?"

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

• ooc — interacting w/loveburn while helping clean

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 15 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ They're going to rebuild. He clings to that goal as he follows Pebbletail, staring out across the ragged heaps that once sheltered RiverClanners under starry nights, through rainfall and bitter winds. Dens can be replaced, and they will be, especially with their patrol working together and coordinating— but that doesn't account for the faces still missing, paws that aren't here to sweep away rubble or set reeds upright. He swallows through the lump in his throat and wonders...perhaps some of them are better gone. What if they were strategizing Loveburn's death? Beefang's, or Cicadaflight's? Maybe the flood was StarClan's way of protecting Cicadastar's children.

It is a strange way to do it, though. Painful. Risky.

His head dips into a nod. "Yeah, yeah of course. We'll have it all cleaned out in no time. Maybe salvage anything we can still reuse." Pale eyes find Owlpaw, and he smiles at the suggestion, even if it wasn't intended for him. "I think that sounds like a great idea. Keep the little ones busy, and they'll like knowing they're helping."

Loveburn makes to begin their gruelling but necessary task when Beefang moves closer. He can tell there's something itching at her, and he obligingly leans in as she does to better hear her low comment. His ears twitch, tail drooping slightly. He does not know that it would be comforting to tell her about his suspicions. Still, a lie isn't comforting, either; she's not a kit, and more to the point, she would know if he tried. "If StarClan wills it," he murmurs finally, exhaling roughly. "We just...well. The ones that come back will need someplace cozy to settle. That much we can take care of, if nothing else."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.