Open sharp things are all I know [reinforcing camp/open!]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Enough time had gone by for 'Thunderclan' to have their shit together in Ghost opinion. Wounds had healed. Dens had been set up. A basic rhythm found among it's members. But there was still so much to be done if this was a camp they wished to keep, a territory they wanted to defend. It put the towering feline on edge to know there weren't guards posted on the camps entrance at night. That dogs, or cats, or any damn thing with four feet and a heartbeat could come upon the woods and find it lacking in scent markers to warn it off with a claim. Everything his birthplace had taught him about keeping and holding territory, about locking something down and keeping it safe from the enemy, had his nerves prickling with the need to do something.

For a while he'd put it off by using Thunder as an excuse, staying close to the medics den until he was confident they wouldn't rip their scab open by some reckless mistake and bleed out in camp. Then he'd used the classic 'it's not my responsibility' line he'd been throwing around since the moment he'd shown up. But eventually his well of excuses ran dry. The bottom line was that Ghost was staying– for now-- and unfortunately that meant he wouldn't rest easy until things were up to his standards. And since that wasn't just going to happen on it's own…

""The top of the ravine wall needs reinforcing if we want to control our entry points. I need volunteers to help me run some brambles and thorn vines through the brush up there." It was hard for his voice not to carry authority with it, a rumbling bark of sound that was all work and no play. Far from the first time he'd addressed a group, but he had no idea what the discipline level of the cats here were. It was possibly he'd end up having to do the entire thing himself if they didn't see the point in a good defensive system.

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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[serpentberry]

She reclines uselessly. Serpentberry is not above hard work - quite the contrary, in fact - but given her special position as both medicine cat and mother to three rowdy little kits... well, she believes she deserves to avoid manual labor. An eye creaks open when she hears Ghost's voice carry, her eyebrow following inquisically. He isn't wrong, if they are to remain in this sandy pit, they all should do better to reinforce what walls they have. Anything to make it harder for predators (or, really, foes of any sort) to break in. Some beasts will not be warded away so easily, but at least they would have time to evacuate if worst comes to worst.

"Any plans for an escape route, Ghostie?" Serpentberry chirps as she rights herself slightly, still resting in her patch of sunlight. He seems like a man on the verge of war, muscles rippling in even the dimmest of light. It's no wonder a certain tabby tom clings to his side. Hawthorne wasn't weak by any standard, but he didn't compare to the tom who's idea of fun is likely a daylight-long race around the territory followed by a moonlight-hunt, where he's only done if he's caught his weight in meals.

The medicine cat looks up towards the ravine walls, where he instructs others to work, "If something's to get in here - where should we herd those who can't fight? Hmm?" She wants to believe if he's thought this far ahead - reasonably only because she doesn't want to herself.

 

[Magnoliapeak]

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Ghoststrike might be more intense of a warrior than Magnoliapeak, if such a thing were even possible. Though she holds her discipline and hard work in high esteem, she isn't sure she has ever seen Ghoststrike take a break. Even Magnoliapeak finds time to share tongues with her mother and sisters, and gets enough rest so that she is ready to go when dawn patrols are declared. The closest that he has come to resting is when she sees him lingering near the medicine cat den, clinging (albeit distantly and moreso on a spiritual level) to Thunderflash. Magnoliapeak feels some guilty semblance of inspiration when the warrior calls for them to help him reinforce the walls.

The camp isn't too shabby, she thinks. Especially not for being basically thrown together in less than a moon. But Ghoststrike is right. ShadowClan is lurking just over the border and if they want to be ready for the inevitable conflicts that will come, they need to prepare everything they can. "I'll take some brambles up to weave in," she volunteers on approach, gathering some brambles between her paws to prepare to carry. Magnoliapeak thinks proactively, and glances at the warrior to ask "Are there any spots in particular that you think need more attention than others?"

She scoffs when she spots the form of the medicine cat reclining nearby. Magnoliapeak hates to agree with Serpentberry. There is little use to having strong walls if they only serve to trap those who cannot fight inside. "Well, if they're warriors perhaps they should learn to fight, then, if they are able," Magnoliapeak replies coolly, eyeing Serpentberry for the slightest moment before she turns back to look at Ghoststrike "So they might be of some use to our more vulnerable kits and elders." The dilute torbie levels with the warrior: "But those warriors need to be able to evacuate our more vulnerable to a safe place, too." She prays momentarily that the calico does not take her words as agreement on the mere grounds that she simply does not like her and her ego is too great to concede.

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.