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    Hornetstar
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    FORESTMASK.

    He was still somehow soaked, even under the towering trees occupying ThunderClan’s territory. Perhaps because the trees had lost most of their leaves already? Well, whatever the case, for once he looked as miserable as he felt. A weak, watery ghost of a smile was on his lips, yes, but his whiskers were drooping and his ears lacked any perkiness. RiverClan had been split in half, his family with it. Truthfully there was no reason left to smile, right now. He found the energy to go hunting when it was asked of him, but not for much else. Otherwise he was literally a bump on a log, brown and in a forest as he was. Truthfully he didn’t enjoy it, but what else could he do? Heronflight seemed to have everything under control, honestly. He was a good deputy. Naturally Wisteriastar had chose well.

    Of course he was grateful to ThunderClan for allowing even half of RiverClan to stay, but he missed his home. He missed his family. But for now, he supposed this would do.

    #3558
    Finch
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    Truthfully, the grey tom was having a hell of a time trying to keep everything calm and in order. He doubted anycat had spent their first night as deputy in a rival camp, let alone hunting. Even if they were being sheltered, it left a deep sense of discomfort to be lingering in the ThunderClan camp, adding prey to their fresh kill pile, and sleeping by their warrior’s den. Not in it, of course– it was crowded and he’d prefer to let the others take the small comforts that they could. He would make do with the bush along the wall of the camp, where he could… watch things. Wisteriastar was gone for now, and it was his singular responsibility to maintain the well being of the half of RiverClan here with him.

    He’d noticed in particular during his moments of rest that his leader’s kits seemed a little lost to be separated from one another so definitively. They’ve never been apart for so long, he thought. Which was true for anyone in the clan, but he imagined the bond between siblings would make separation during grief particularly difficult. He fretted over Koipaw in particular– he knew his apprentice would be fine in ShadowClan, but there was no way for him to progress in his training unless it was taken up by another warrior. Heronflight hoped that it at least would provide the tom with a new vantage point that could be worked to some advantage.

    Breaking out of his musing to watch a returning hunting patrol, Heronflight was pleased to see that of the party members, the RiverClanners were both carrying prey. The mouse Forestmask was carrying looked almost healthy, even, as opposed to the half-drowned creatures left in a similar state to the clan’s cats.

    Accidentally catching the brown tabby’s eye, Heronflight nodded approvingly at his clanmate. Everyone knew that they would be eating only after the ThunderClan cats had themselves. It was a something of a miserable situation, but the choices where worse than limited.

    On the upside, things could hardly get worse.

    #3717
    Hornetstar
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    FORESTMASK.

    His paws hurt from walking on constantly damp ground, even if he should be used to it, seeing as he was a RiverClan cat. So when they returned to ThunderClan camp, the hunting patrol he had been on, that was, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. He had just deposited his mouse on the fresh kill pile, knowing some elders, queens, and apprentices had yet to be fed, when he spotted Heronflight looking at him from the corner of his eye. The brown tabby flashed a tired smile at the deputy, turning with a silent sigh to head over and sit down by the other RiverClanner. “Tha rain seems to be letting up, at least. Hopefully soon we can go home,” he commented, just barely stifling a yawn.

    Ever since the split, he had been sleeping fitfully, too worried about the rest of his Clan, but mostly family, to sleep solidly. He would sleep as long as he could before he got tired of tossing and turning, then rise to get right back to work. Hunting, rest, hunting, more hunting. Of course he ate when he got the chance, but right now he was either hunting or resting. Forestmask had never been a creature of habit, or one for a schedule, so this arrangement was almost pure fox-dung to him.

    #3984
    Finch
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    Pleased for the unexpected company, the grey tom nodded as Forestmask settled next to him with a disarming smile. “I can’t imagine we’ll be here until the next gathering,” he meowed, doing his best to sound assured. “The worst of the rains seem to be over, and it’s just a matter of things drying off a little… er, well, a lot. Wisteriastar should be back to collect us once we have somewhere secure to sleep.”

    He let it go unsaid that RiverClan and ShadowClan would likely be the longest affected, considering the nature of their camps. It frustrated him hugely that the River he and his clan had always considered their personal blessing from the forest could also pose such a threat.

    Dropping that train of thought, the deputy moved on to other conversation. “Once ThunderClan’s dried out a little more, I intended to make a scouting patrol to see what the damage is, and guess how soon we’ll be able to return. Possibly to contact with the rest of RiverClan and inform them of how we’re doing. I don’t suppose you’d like to join, if you’re able? This isn’t happening today, though.”

    Heronflight eyed Forestmask with the slightest bit of mischief. He assumed the brown warrior would jump at the chance to check in on how the rest of his family was doing in ShadowClan’s mountains.

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