Open Backwritten GOLD, GOLD, GOLD / SETTING UP NESTS

[honeysucklecry]

It's hard not to break down. The ravine they've taken shelter in is strange, too dry and too quiet for a cat who has been raised nearby the river's edge thunderpath. Honeysuckle's paws ache, pacing deeper lines into the bottom of the gorge, and her short tail had flicked with agitation from time to time. Her brow had stopped bleeding, at least. The clowder around her is stifling, and she felt like any remaining frost at her fur might melt with how warm she was-

"Who- who's not injured?" She meowed, a bit louder than expected, voice pitching awkwardly. A few heads turned towards her, and tufted ears burned with embarrassment. Most of them were injured. Maybe all of them. "We should find some moss, if there's any ... Maybe ..."

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That was how it had began, at least. Luck had found her little patrol - maybe StarClan was smiling upon them and lighting the way. It's a strange thought, but one that comforts her as Honeysuckle returns triumphant with enough moss to make at least a half nest. Maybe more, if it was for a smaller cat, but definitely less should her mother or littermates claim the prize. The patches they had found seemed largely undisturbed, hidden away between bramble thickets and largely safe from the brittleness that frost brought with it.

She seems ... a little less frazzled. A little more whole, radiating something a little bit purposeful. However, those who had gone on that patrol with the calico would know that she had barely held it together every time she glanced in the direction of the Colony's home. Even now, there is a subtle shake in broad shoulders as she takes in a breath.

"We found some." Honeysuckle announces, dropping her forage at her paws and glancing to the others who had gone with her. Was it enough to justify how long they were gone?

☼ YOUR SUMS AND YOUR PIECES

• // takes place while juniper and hawthorne are gone! anyone can have been on honey's patrol if they aren't severely injured :3
• HONEYSUCKLE ☼ penned by wren
  — — she/her, thunderclan warrior
  — — a thick-furred dilute calico with soft yellow eyes.
  — — single, open to plots ; no apprentice
  — — bracken x hazel ; littermate to magnolia, hyacinth
  
  

 

[GravelPath]

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indent Gravel hums in agreement. "It's been a long day... let's not leave everyone sleeping on the hard stones, yes?" A poorly-rested cat is a cranky cat, and Gravel could go without useless arguments from ill-tempered cats trying to burn off steam. Besides, a den for anyone else was a den for themselves, too. They wanted some shelter before the snow and rain came back.
"Let's head out."

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indent Gravel enters camp just a few pawsteps behind Honeysuckle. Their mouth is filled with the soft, downy feathers of some sparrow or titmouse, which also cling to their mottled fur. The bird, which must have been caught very recently to yield that many feathers, is conspicuously missing. They had been asked to fetch bedding, after all, not to give up their well-caught dinner to fill somebody else's belly. Full and satisfied, they move to deposit their bounty closer to the center of camp, creating a makeshift pile on the driest bit of ground they could find. "We've all done our part," they purr. "Have dens been set up? I don't want to sleep in the cold wind and rain..."

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