Admittedly he's been doing a poor job keeping up with his friends, but now that everything has settled more or less he is happy to catch up with one of them. And who is this lucky cat? Or would it be better to say unfortunate cat? Anyhow, it was Willowburn! He'd invited her to explore the forest within their territory. While he did like the fact that they had an abundance of food in comparison to their time in the shipyard, he had yet to get used to the constant rain and his paws being damp. It seemed futile to try and dry them when moments later they wound up wet again. However, it still felt gross. Did the Riverclan in the best have to deal with this too? Did they have any way around it? Or was it just a constant battle of keeping paws dry? I guess I could ask Seabriar in my dreams about it. IF he answers.
A loud knock pulls him out of his thoughts. The chirping that had fallen on deaf ears now booming. He couldn't help but smile as green eyes locked onto a woodpecker nearby.
He gives her a little nudge,
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A loud knock pulls him out of his thoughts. The chirping that had fallen on deaf ears now booming. He couldn't help but smile as green eyes locked onto a woodpecker nearby.
"I don't think I've ever seen as many birds until we got here. I'm used to the white and gray ones. I haven't seen them here. What about you Willow? Have you seen them around?"
The seagulls that loudly squawked as they flew above the Shipyard was reassuring. Even though everything had gotten worse as time passed, the only constant were the seagulls. It made their situation less... Daunting. At least, to him anyway. Everyone had their own reassurances while they struggled to survive in the Shipyard.He gives her a little nudge,
"Found any new bird that you like? Or maybe you're more interested in the turtles?"
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