Camp i heard you're back together // med den building

[serpentberry]

With her kittens hoisted onto the paws of someone else, Serpentberry works. From the first hours of dawn to now, with the sun high in the sky, the molly has worked the space she's called her den into something more... liveable. If they are to be here for many more moons, seasons, and beyond that... then she will be comfortable, dammit! Small rocks and stones are hoisted into the space outside the crag, to be dragged away to the many rocky locations that infest their territory. Some are rather pretty, though... maybe her Clanmates will take a liking to a few and steal them from her. She wouldn't mind; less work at the end of the day for her paws to worry about.

She hoists out the last boulder that she can safely remove, tucking it aside and letting out a deep sigh. That was about half of the work done. She wonders if there's any sort of plant that glows, or if she can entice some fireflies to live in the den with her - because the little cavern is dark as coal. With the way it's worn away, too, there is no safe place to wear at the stone and let some sunlight in. That's a new issue she hadn't accounted for.

She stands back, dusted and scraped (to no worrying degree) whilst she soaks in the midday sunlight and thinks of her next steps.

 

[BRIGHTPETAL]

It was a lazy day for the tom, not that he could confidently say he had been lazy since his promotion, but the Stormguards had helped him divide responsibility and give him the space to simply breathe. He'd napped for a spell after morning patrols and, as the sun began to creep ever onward, Brightpetal crawled out of the warrior's space. He blinked blearily against the Leafbare light reflecting off of the frosted earth, rubbing his eyes free of the crusties at the corners of them.

When the black stars stopped shimmering in them and the land returned to normal, his attention fell onto the new... additions to the outside of the medicine cat's den. Rocks of all shapes and sizes, things that he swore had not lined the entrance previously. A dusty Serpentberry proved that something had changed and hopping closer, he quickly assessed that the den seemed... larger. That was all he really could assess at this point, for staring any further than the chipped away walls made him feel as if he was gawking down a monster's maw. Brightpetal smiled. "Hey it's looking good already, certainly better than when I stayed in there but no offence intended, you had your paws full."

Childcare, prophet and healer, he had to believe it to be a miracle from StarClan that the calico had managed so well for so long - even the thought of one of those things filled his mind with an existential threat. "Need any help finishing it off? I bet a pool would like mighty mean in there." Not that he had any idea how to make one, mind, or where the water would even come from, but the idea of it sounded grandiose in his head.
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[BEARPAW]

Things were really coming together in Bearpaw's new residence, he'd noticed throughout the short duration of his time in Thunderclan. Some dens were still only half-built, border lines still being marked strong enough to repel trespassers, and the fresh kill pile slowly building with each cat's efforts. It wasn't complete, but it was enough. Enough for Bearpaw and his family to survive. He'd have suggested for them to move on somewhere else if it wasn't. Or, not suggest. Gently push.

He spotted Serpentberry and Brightpetal conversing over the half-structured medicine den, and the apprentice's tail twitched at the sight. They were both important cats, right? Seemed like Serpentberry was hard at work over there, too. He began fantasizing about what he could do to help the pair: maybe lift one of those bigger rocks all on his own. That would impress them, wouldn't it? Maybe he was getting too in over his head, but young Bearpaw was determined if nothing else.

When he approached, he heard Brightpetal speaking of putting a pool in the center, and he was quick to offer his assistance to the other cats with a spring in his step.

"A pool?" he repeated, "ooh, I can help, if ya'd like. I can dig a spot out real fast."

 

[serpentberry]

She gnaws on the inside of her cheek for a long moment before she hears Brightpetal's cheery tone, speckled and blotched by remnants of a nap. Her gaze flutters over him, fatigue wearing in them and envy hiding just behind it. Must be nice to have a crew to do your bidding now... Juniperstar to Brightpetal, Brightpetal to his assigned subordinates. She supposes she has Rowanpaw, but there isn't a world where she'd make the girl with the awkward leg hobble pebbles and boulders out of their den.

"No offense heard, dearest..." she offers the most amicable, and believably tired, mrow she can. Bearpaw approaches next, the young tom's curiosity shining brighter than a starlit night. She could use the brawn of each of them, she thinks. Move the boulders elsewhere, disperse the nicer pebbles amongst the Clan... Brightpetal suggests a pool, however, and Bearpaw insists that he does extremely well digging holes. She sighs, losing her hope for her wanted free labor. A pool sounds nice, at least.

"Do you think one would... appear?" Serpentberry vaguely understands how it would work, but realistically, she isn't sure if there's a near enough water source by their ground level. She looks between the toms, and shrugs gently, "Ah, well. If it doesn't work, we can just fill the hole back up. You two get to work, I'll find us a midday snack to keep us going!" And by that, she means step away for a while until they've finished the job or noticed that she isn't around to help out.