[Justice]

Loner - Queen - 17 Moons

She'd stayed far back when the gathering had begun, when the stranger cats had swarmed at the call of their deputy. She hadn't thought anything of the summons, and only even answered because her kits were asleep and didn't need her. Plus, she wanted to keep an eye on Silentsong while the other queen was out of the nursery, her pregnancy far enough along that Moonfeather was worried she'd go into labor at any moment. She had thought she would simply be ignored, being a loner and a nursing queen. But then, out of nowhere, the tom called her name.

Gray ears swiveled towards the gathering, paying attention in enough time to hear that he wanted her to help with den repair. Which she had no idea how to do. She snorted and shook her head. So much for the 'a queen should stay in the nursery' thing she'd been getting from some of them.

At least the ones she'd been assigned to work with were she-cats. At this point, she'd have probably shredded a tom. As it was she was giving Gorsetail a look that said where he could shove his order. Of course, one glance to Lionstar kept her from actually saying so aloud. "Fine." She hissed out. "Just tell me what to do."

It wasn't like she didn't want to help, she just wished this clan would make up its mind about what they wanted her to do. And Silentsong was suddenly in labor, and she was worried for the other she-cat.

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[Phoenix]

it just takes some time, little girl, you're in the middle of the ride

It was a little odd getting directions from Gorsetail, the small she-cat decided as she walked away from TreeClan’s newest deputy. She had never thought much of him apart from acknowledging his skill as a warrior, for, much like herself, he had always tended to stay on the sidelines. To be thrust into the spotlight so suddenly must have been jarring for him (she certainly wouldn’t have appreciated the extra attention, especially now since she had regulardly started meeting Hazeheart), but he seemed to be handling his newfound duties well enough – not that she had had the time to really notice. Between sneaking out of camp in the early, predawn hours of the day and tracking down every last piece of prey they could find before the cold really hit, she barely spent any time in camp and in the company of her clan mates these past few days, so it was with some relief that she welcomed the news that she, alone with Moonfeather and the newly returned Nightpaw, would be repairing some of the dens. It was busy work best left to young cats with small paws, but at least it was easy.

An irritated hiss came from the side, and Littlestep turned, ears flicking warily, to see an unfamiliar she-cat glaring in her direction. This must be Moonfeather. She hadn’t met the loner they had welcomed into their camp before, but she had heard the whispers of her clan mates – specifically Thornstrike – warning others about her prickly personality. Somewhat taken aback by the annoyance in the other feline’s words, the warrior paused for a moment before awkwardly confirming, ”You must be Moonfeather.” Her tail flicked. ”I’m Littlestep. You heard what Gorsetail said, how we’ll be fixing some of the dens? Nightpaw should be right—“ Green eyes cast a glance around the area for the apprentice, and seeing her somewhat familiar pelt, the warrior called her over.

Once the trio had formed, she started, ”We’re essentially going to be patching some of the holes in the dens and doing what we can to insulate them. I assume you’re probably familiar with the idea, Moonfeather…?” She glanced toward the queen. Though she may never have truly settled down in one area as a loner (Littlestep never knew how nomadic loners really were and figured that it varied from cat to cat), the warrior thought it a reasonable assumption that she would have made a nest somewhere along the way, especially with two young kits in tow. The warrior knew that some insulation could make all the difference during the cold leaf-bare nights. ”There’s always some moss down by the stream, so I figure we can head over there and collect some to bring back. Leaves and feathers work well too – anything soft. Sound good?”

everything will be just fine everything will be alright

littlestep | treeclan | warrior | Justice @poptart

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