Post by mimikyutie on Jul 22, 2020 21:25:03 GMT -5
Copperfin had much more...neutral feelings about the day ahead of her. Even with the sun not fully up in the sky, she could feel its rays against her pelt. Her whole body felt too warm, although she could only imagine her clanmates with longer fur felt even worse than she did. Perhaps a dip in the river would be in order?
She spotted Velvetshine near the fresh-kill pile, giving her fellow warrior a polite dip of the head. She sat down next to her, tail wrapped neatly around her paws. "It has been quite warm lately" she mewed awkwardly. "Do you suppose you will be assisting a hunting patrol this morning?"
"Right," he responded back to the warrior. Breezewhisker's expression twisted as he tried to think of ways to talk to their deputy. With the drought going how it was, it was obvious Sunningrocks would be a smart choice. The Clan could have to risk peace just to make sure they were fed. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind for him. He was irritated that he was unable to think of something. Oh well, Boulderheart could have something to suggest. "I just can't come up with an idea. I think the heat is getting to my head!"
Featherblossom, being the soft and gentle she-cat that she was, took no ill heart to Salmoncreek and her slight temper. She was well aware that not every one of her clanmates was as bubbly and friendly as she was. Even with her tone, she knew that Salmoncreek was loyal to her clan and would do anything, for any one of them.
As she followed the younger warrior across the camp, she glanced around, wondering who else they could bring. Her mind so going off into her own thoughts, she Hardly heard Salmoncreek greet their deputy. Only hearing the question of who should accompany them. “Why don’t we invite, Heronglide.?” She blurted out, before waving her tail towards the white and grey Tom.
Before anyone could answer her, she motioned to the older warrior to join them. She was just ready to get going, not wanting to waste anymore time.
As Streamwatcher headed out of the camp, towards the Rustling Willow. More by scent, than sight. As she walked, her mind, somewhere else, she barely noticed Jaysong, until she bumped into the gray tabby tom. With a ‘Hmmph’, the grey elder fell backwards on her hindquarters. Her cloudy amber eyes, widening with slight shock. “Oh my..”
For a moment, Streamwatcher had no idea what had happened, until the familiar scent of Jaysong filled her senses. She couldn’t help but let out a burst of rusty laughter. “Why, my goodness. I’m very sorry, Jaysong. I can’t see like I use to. I wasn’t paying attention.” ____________________________________________________________
•Pebblepaw• •-Loonfur-• •-|-Heading towards Morgan’s Farm-|-[mimikyutie ]-•
With his bright green eyes, wide and full of awe for his mentor, he listened as the black and white Tom spoke. He would nod his head, ever so slightly, as the older cat spoke, wanting him to know that he understood and was listening to every little word he said. The world of a medicine cat, was so fascinating and wonderful, and the little apprentice..Well, he didn’t know how to contain his love for it all. His eyes, had shone with happiness and respect, since the day he became the medicine cat apprentice.
Standing, as Loonfur stood, Pebblepaw followed him from the camp, listening to the herbs his mentor started to list off. As he was asked what each herb did, his heart started to thump faster in his chest. Keeping a straight face, and thinking hard, the white and grey apprentice started going through things in his head. He knew the answer to this.
With confidence, he started to answer Loonfur, voice strong. “Honey can be used to soothe sore throats. To give our herbs a better taste. As well as Soothe infections and coughing. Cobwebs helps to absorb and stop bleeding. We use mint to help hide the scent of death. And..It can help with fleas..? And Raspberry leaves..” He trailed off, eyes starting to squint as he thought. He was pretty sure it was something they used to help with bleeding when a Queen was kitting..But what else.?
Gazing at his mentor in question, slight insecurity in his eyes. He was worried about being wrong, and it made him ever the more doubtful.
Post by highprince on Jul 22, 2020 23:12:40 GMT -5
Boulderheart with Breezewhisker River
Boulderheart lashed his tail, trying his damnedest to think of something they could use to sway Otterheart. Surely they'd be able to come up with a convincing argument - after all, taking Sunningrocks made perfect sense to both of them. He thought so hard it seemed as if his head might burst, until a metaphorical lightbulb went off. "The elders!" He realized. "Otterheart might think we're just a couple battle-hungry young warriors, but if we can get elders to suggest it, she'll listen. It's downright cruel to let elders go hungry."
The brown and white tom grinned, clearly proud of his idea. Even Cloudstar might decide that a battle would be the best if the elders agreed. Of course, they'd need to actually get the elders on their side, but that might not be so hard. Streamwatcher, at least, would probably agree with them. Frecklebee was Cloudstar's mate, though, and would be a whole different story.
Jaysong nearly jumped in surprise when someone bumped into him. It took him a moment to realize that it had just been Streamwatcher, and he was embarrassed by his fur standing on end. Hopefully the elder hadn't seen that, with her poor sight and all. When she apologized, the gray tabby shook his head. "No, no, I should've seen you coming," he insisted, looking at the old molly with wide eyes. "Do you need help?" Jaysong asked, hestitating to move to Streamwatcher's side in case she told him to buzz off.
"I don't really know" Velvetshine mumbled as she devoured a second trout from the fresh-kill pile "By the way i'm really itching to go hunting today, want to come with me" she said as she stepped away from the fresh-kill pile "i'm going to catch the biggest fish in the river, no matter what" she thought as she padded towards the river.
Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 23, 2020 10:13:15 GMT -5
Dusttail | RiverClan Camp| Communicating with:
The brown tom noted that the situation at tge river with the apprentices has been sorted out for the time being. Dusttail walked back into camp and saw that Featherblossom and Salmoncreek were talking to each other. He walked up to the pair and sat beside them.
“Hello, Clanmates. I was wondering if I could join you on whatever you were doing. I’m bored and I want to make myself a little useful around here, being a warrior and all that,” he replied. The tom felt an itch behind his ear. He used one of his hind legs to scratch the itch that was bothering him. He started grooming his pelt in some areas around his chest to make them lie flat. Ugh, such a pain to keep this ragged pelt clean, he thought to himself.
riverclan camp | accompanied by Featherblossom & Salmoncreek
Heronglide sighed. He was tired of sitting around in camp waiting for something to happen. As if RiverClan cats had nothing better to do but lounge in the sun all day when there was barely enough fish on the freshkill pile for everyone to eat! They couldn't afford such idle recreation - not especially with the other clans all on edge. But whenever he brought this Very Important Point up, he always got the same response: "oh, Heronglide, lighten up! You need to learn to have fun!" or "oh, Heronglide, you worry too much!" Pft. He did not worry too much! He worried a perfectly sane amount. If you asked him, nobody else in RiverClan seemed to worry enough.
The white-and-grey tom got to his feet and padded over to the freshkill pile. The options were slim this morning; the pile seemed to get smaller every day. His stomach muttered a complaint, and he flattened his ears. He didn't feel right eating until the elders and queens were fed. If I want a fresh meal, I need to earn it.
He heard someone call his name and lifted his head. A patrol was gathering around Otterheart. He recognized Salmoncreek and Featherblossom, the latter of which was motioning for him to join them. Finally. Heronglide briskly trotted over to meet them. "Greetings," he meowed, dipping his head to each of them. "Are we heading out?"
Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 23, 2020 13:22:45 GMT -5
with Cricketdance // in camp
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The younger warrior seemed to relax a bit as Cricketdance seemed to accept her reasoning for sleeping outside, instead of the den. She snorted a bit at her comment about learning to deal with the snores. Sandhaze usually didn’t mind them, even found them a bit soothing, but paired with the uncomfortable heat… Sleep had been impossible for her last night.
“I’d recommend dragging a nest out here then, unless you want to be stiffer than a tree for the rest of your days,” the molly replied back with a laugh, trying to imagine sleeping outside every night. She’d heard a rumor that WindClan cats did something like that, the very thought of it nearly made her skin crawl. No, Sandhaze much preferred the coziness of the warriors den - when they weren’t going through a drought that is.
Fighting the urge to frown at Cricketdance’s comment about Silverpelt, the siamese she-cat took her own glance at the fading night. While the rest of her clan may believe very strongly in their ancestors… Sandhaze did not. She had given up faith in them seasons ago, when she’d watched her devout mother pray everyday as she continued to grow more ill with every breath.
Her mother had begged for mercy, to live long enough to see her kits grow up. Sandhaze had sat by her side and watched as she deteriorated slowly, becoming a husk of herself. She even forgot that she was her daughter, lashing out and becoming violent one day when she tried to draw near. Still, though her memory failed her, Daisyslip continued to pray, day and night, almost feverishly. It had been heartbreaking and also a bit maddening. If this StarClan was really so merciful and powerful, surely they would have done something to save Daisyslip.
Realizing she had lost herself in terrible memories, the honey brown molly shook her head firmly, realizing that Cricketdance was speaking to her once more. “Oh - yes - I’ll probably remain around camp until someone needs me for anything. Maybe a border patrol? Fishing seems pretty useless at this point,” the warrior spoke up, trying not to seem as distracted as she truly felt. She knew it was rude, but she’d always been thoughtful and often got lost in said thoughts. Her icy blue eyes lingered on her son for a moment, delighted that he was having some breakfast with his den-mates. Her eyes softened at the sight. She’d do anything to be the mother to Shellpaw that Daisyslip never got to be.
Grayrain tilted his head thoughtfully, considering Pebbleskip’s suggestion. “That’s probably a good idea, we won’t get any fishing done in this puddle,” the tom admitted, letting one of his paws come down in the water, making a dull splash. StarClan, he missed being able to leap into the cool water. Especially with this heat. Swimming would be such a great way to cool off - except there was growing more shallow by the day.
“Come on Pebbleskip, or we’ll have to try and catch mice like those ThunderClan fox-hearts,” he grumbled, trying to lighten the situation with a bit of humor, however he wasn’t sure if he pulled it off. Communicating with Jaysong was so much less complicated but the young warrior knew that it was impossible to only interact with his best friend. There was a whole clan he lived with after all.
Pebbleskip's face brightened just a tad at the joke. It wasn't anything hilarious but it was still enough to lighten the mood around them. "I certainly don't want that to be the case." The dilute warrior practically grinned, nodding her head in the direction downstream. After that, she took off. By no means was she running but she was speed-walking. Pebbleskip understood there wasn't a hurry but still found it fun to race, at least a tiny bit. Even if Grayrain didn't.
Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 23, 2020 15:05:48 GMT -5
with Pebbleskip // Babbling Brook
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The gray tabby relaxed when Pebbleskip's face seemed to light up, it seemed his dumb joke did it's job. He wasn't expecting a laugh, just some relief from the heavy cloud that seemed to fall over their shoulders. Her grin inspired the moody tom to give a small grin of his own before he bolted after the dilute calico.
Unlike his den-mate, he did begin to run, barging ahead of her and racing across the rocks and tall river grass, which was yellowing and dry. "Race you," he called back, not really bothered about who the winner would be, just focused on feeling the wind rush through his fur. This reminded him of his kithood, spent playing with Jaysong and following Sledgestep around.
Post by Brokenstar on Jul 23, 2020 15:32:03 GMT -5
Swanpaw Camp / Featherblossom, Heronglide, and Salmoncreek
Swanpaw walked out of the apprentices' den and saw Heronglide joining a group of warriors. Finally! Some training!
, he thought. He may not be the most active apprentice, but he was still eager to become a warrior. He imagined himself becoming the greatest warrior, but it was one of his shorter daydreams, and he then hurried to ask Heronglide, "Can I come, please?". He really hoped to be invited!
It might have been the perfect day to go for a swim, if only there was more water than mud. The river had receded, and with it, the fish. So, not only was Dewpounce uncomfortably warm, but hungry as well. Visiting the Rustling Willow had seemed like a good idea, until she actually saw it. Even this part of RiverClan's territory hadn't escaped the drought.
Looking down at the rolling tom by her paws, Dewpounce watched with an amused twitch of her whiskers as he scrambled to his feet. "Don't worry, Sledgestep," she meowed to him, "I forgot about you too."
With a mischievous glint in her eye, the molly slid across the grass where he had been laying. Her legs stretched behind her as she let the ground cool her belly—a much needed relief, in this weather. While her thick pelt was useful during the colder moons, it was a hindrance on days like these. It felt like everyone in the warrior's den had piled onto her back, and was trying to smother her with their body heat. She tried not to complain about it, though. Instead, she had readily accepted Sledgestep's invitation to get away from camp and cool off—not that there was much relief here, either.
"Can you believe this weather?" she said to him through a long and gusty sigh. Her tail swished behind her as she lowered her chin onto the grass. For a moment, she pawed at a fallen willow leaf, before flipping onto her back with a white-toothed yawn. "No wonder we aren't catching any fish," she exclaimed. "I'd swim away from here too, if I could!"
As much as Frecklebee enjoyed the thought of curling up with her mate and staying there, right now she was too concerned to consider the option. Flicking her feathery tail behind her, Frecklebee shook her head at Cloudstar. “We can come back later, once we let Loonfur get a look at you,” she reassured the RiverClan leader. Hopefully Loonfur was at camp by the time they got there, otherwise Frecklebee supposed they’d just have to wait for him to come back.
Letting out a grateful purr when Cloudstar got up to her feet, Frecklebee gently pressed against her, both to support her mate and also to support herself. Together with their combined power, they should be able to make it back to the camp without it taking too long. “Thank you,” she purred out softly. “Now let’s get back to camp, besides I’m sure everyone is wondering where their fearless leader is,” Frecklebee commented lightly, leading the way as she slowly started towards the camp.
By now, Mistypaw was more than used to her brother being...well, being Gullpaw, and while she enjoyed hanging out with him more than she did anyone else except maybe her parents and mentor, it was still a little much to listen to him all the time. So she had learned from a young age how to tune him out.
Slowly padding off towards the river, Mistypaw idly nodded along as Gullpaw spoke. Something about her glare, followed by something about catching a sunfish, followed by-oops that was a question, Mistypaw better pay attention.
Glancing over at her littermate, Mistypaw gave a small shrug of her shoulders. “I’m not sure, but I’m gonna catch the biggest fish in the river, it’ll be so big that Cloudstar will have no choice but to make me a warriors right then and there!” She exclaimed proudly, puffing out her chest.
In truth, Cloudstar hadn’t taught her much about fishing yet, but considering almost all the clan did it, Mistypaw assumed it couldn’t be that hard to figure out.
Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2020 16:22:50 GMT -5
Cloudstar managed the faintest of purrs against her dry throat. She had just enough strength in her to reach over and nuzzle against Frecklebee's cheek. "That sounds nice," she answered softly. Once she had been tended to Cloudstar wanted nothing more than to return to the willow to curl up beside her mate - this time in the shade to avoid the overpowering sunlight.
Side by side the leader followed Frecklebee's pawsteps. Her head still throbbed and her throat was still constricted and scorched, but she was steady enough on her paws that she knew she could make it back to camp. She'd probably be sore come morning, but that was a small price to pay for being otherwise okay.
A faint snort came from the lilac molly when she heard her mate's next comment. "Fearless? I doubt any cat would describe me as fearless." There were a lot of words that Cloudstar could think of that her Clanmates would use to describe her. Most of them weren't exactly good, but she wasn't going to mention them around Frecklebee, at least not right now. She had already worried her mate with her fall and overheating, the last thing Cloudstar wanted was to dampen the mood by pointing out how she wasn't exactly a popular leader among RiverClan.
The young molly walked along the grooved beach, having ventured further out and past where the water normally came up. Unfortunately, it looked like there was no water at all at the beach, the pebbles and rocks having dried out from the overbearing heat and sun. If she wanted to she could pad out where the shallow water usually met the river, which had now been reduced to a babbling, muddy stream. Rainhead had gone to the beach in hopes that perhaps there would still be water in the area, but that didn't seem to be the case.
She sat down on the uneven surface, looking out in the horizon before glancing down at pebbles and stones at her paws. She moved a few around, hoping at least to find another pretty thing to add to her collection at her nest. Anything that looked shiny or had a fun pattern caught the blue molly's eyes, but nothing looked too enticing just yet. Perhaps, after she found something for herself, Rainhead would try to find a small treasure for Pebbleskip, her sister. "Hmm, wonder what she's up to." The young warrior thought aloud, realizing she hadn't seen the dilute she-cat this morning.
Sledgestep rolled his eyes even though he knew that her reply was justified, but how could anyone forget about him? Not only was he, in his own opinion, one of the most handsome toms in the clan, but he was also just too big to miss. There was absolutely no reason for Sledgestep to have even gotten the slightest bit offended, and yet here he is. Living and breathing, being offended by Dewpounce because she hadn't been paying attention to him. Why would anyone do that?
He watched as the fluffy molly sank to her belly, taking the spot he'd just been lying in. Sledgestep's tail thrashed to the side and he took up a spot near her, immediately lying on his side and keeping his eyes set on Dewpounce. His ears twitched as she brought up conversation, grateful for something to fill the silence. "I think this is the worse heat wave we've ever gotten." The silver and black tom responded, seeing his companion roll onto her back after batting at some of the leaves that had fallen from the tree. He chuckles softly and tries to blow the leaves in her face, perhaps aiming for her open mouth when she yawns. "Maybe if you tried hard enough to grow a tail you could."
"You're a genius. The elders should never go hungry, so if they complain and give Sunningrocks as a possible solution..." he trailed off. How to word everything would be important. There was a chance that the two elders would disagree with the plans. If warriors were to get seriously injured, then the Clan would suffer more. It would be a messy gamble but one he was willing to take. "We should approach them with a fish before we talk to them," Breezewhisker suggested. With a jolt, the tabby came up with another idea. One more mischievous and could land the two warriors in hot water. "Or.. we could offer them a catch from Sunningrocks. It must have been a while since they've tasted a water vole from there."
Timberfang, like many of the other warriors in RiverClan, was busy searching for any prey. It wasn't too hard to come up, but you would have to be up early where the water still was deep enough to house fish. He remembered how astonished some of his Clanmates were when the water started going down and some fish lay on the banks. Unfortunately, not all of the fish would be fresh enough to eat. They had sat in the sun far too long but RiverClan still ate well enough. It felt like forever ago. Lost in his thoughts, Timberfang almost stumbled into a puddle of thick mud. His front right paw had sunk in. Giving a grumble, the tom began to pull at his paw but it only sank further and further. "Fishbrain!" he spat at himself before slamming his other paw flat. With all of his strength, the tom began to yank and pull. It started working but he was still having some trouble. Looking around, his eyes rested on a figure ago. "Hey! Help me out over here, please!"
Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 23, 2020 19:26:07 GMT -5
Pollencloud shrugged. "I would have too but I don't need any queens mad at me because their kit, fell in and broke something," he mewed. He walked mostly in silence on their trip to the river until Beefur spoke up. He wasn't quite sure how to answer her comments so he merely stated, "well, heat makes everyone miserable as is, add onto that lack of water and food.. I wouldn't be surprised if Riverclan were the first to lash out." Pollencloud wasn't afraid of war with the other clans, he knew all four clans were weakening rather quickly and it was only a matter of time now.
Hey everyone! I wanted to say this up front so no one gets confused if I disappear suddenly or don't respond fast enough to posts. I recently started working again! (yay...) I work Wed - Sat throughout the entire day. On those days I have high doubts on being active, but I will try. If your cats are with mine, please don't hesitate to move them to something else if I don't reply for too long. I don't want anyone waiting on me))
"This weather is gross," the young molly muttered under her breath with a soft growl. Stormchime was picking her way through the warrior den, even though there was shade. The den felt like it was being more and more stuffy. She was going to suffocate. She needed to get out.
Stormchime let out a soft sigh once she was released from the warrior's den and her eyes narrowed in the harsh daylight, peering around to see who was out and about. There was a flush of relief when she didn't spot the familiar pale pelt of their leader. Her lip curling at the mere thought of Cloudstar. She understood that Cloudstar had taken a stance similar to Shimmerstar's; however, Stormchime felt like Riverclan needed to step it up again and be fierce. This truce with Thunderclan over the sunningrocks was ridiculous. It was their territory, not those stupid squirrel chasing cats across the river.
There was a light scowl appearing on her face and she shook her head, wanting the unpleasant thoughts out of her head. It was too hot to be negative. Her blue eyes flickered around camp and brightened when she caught sight of Guppypool. She bounded over towards the molly, she was only a moon younger than Stormchime herself. "What are you doing?" she demanded, not bothering with simple pleasantries, "It is too hot to just be standing out here in camp," she pointed out and wrinkled her nose. She titled her head and glanced around the camp before smirking, "Want to go swimming?"
Post by highprince on Jul 23, 2020 22:30:10 GMT -5
Boulderheart with Breezewhisker River
Boulderheart puffed up at the compliment, feeling relief wash through him. Even if it could still be difficult, at least they had somewhat of a plan. Plus, the large tom couldn't deny that it would be nice if he and Breezewhisker were the cats to save RiverClan in this drought. The suggestion of a fish seemed reasonable - but at the next one, Boulderheart couldn't help but take on a mischievous grin. "I know the elders would appreciate a nice, juicy vole instead of the minnows and pathetic catches the river gives." He cast a glance over his shoulder back at Sunningrocks - he didn't see any ThunderClan warriors around. Could they really be mad, if they were just trying to get a decent catch for their elderly? "Nothing would be more convincing than actually showing them how useful Sunningrocks would be for us."
( I've 3 cats open, so let me know if you want to role-play with them ^^ )
rushfeather accompanied by open | edge of camp
Lazy is probably the best word to use to describe Rushfeather as he lied on his side near the edge of RiverClan's camp. He had watched cats come and go whether they were alone or in groups yet he didn't budge from his spot. This was his place in camp, and rarely did he comply if it came to leaving it. There was a perfect amount of shade, but what didn't help was the heat. It baked through his short coat and he was so bugged by it that he felt the need to move.
Moving from his spot though meant leaving... leaving camp. The bi-color tom didn't want to do that, no, it wasn't an option. Not now anyways... maybe later. Later sounded good.
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littleduck accompanied by open | outside camp
Littleduck had passed Rushfeather not too long ago, who was lying around the edge of camp like he was going to do something. It didn't exactly surprise her that he hadn't moved a bit, but maybe today he would make a move. The tiny calico bounded outside camp, her multi-colored ears twitching lightly while deep in thought. She wanted to make herself useful, even if it meant meandering around RiverClan's territory all day.
She hadn't come across her brother, Dustsneeze, since she had awoken which left the warrior a bit lonely. However, she wasn't sure if she had the courage to ask a feline to follow her around. Maybe Basscloud would have been an option if he hadn't fallen back asleep.
Whatever her options were, Littleduck was growing quite desperate and was willing to say yes to anyone at this point. Surely some cat would, right?
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basscloud accompanied by open | camp
Basscloud had tried too many times to wake up. His nest was too comfortable to say no to as he lied drowsily in it. He knew that getting up was imminent, so the large tom rose from his nest with a heavy sigh. Guess I'll be back later, he thought, pushing himself to his white paws. Time to get something done.
He was trying to improve on his sleeping habits, he really was. Basscloud hoped that Shellpaw hadn't checked on him without trying to wake the warrior up. As he lumbered out of the warriors' den, the dark tabby glanced around with anticipation, wondering what he could do for the day.
Pebbleskip hadn't asked for any kind of a race, not that she was against it. Since kithood the tortoiseshell had always been competitive. As Grayrain flew by her, his words just barely audible, she realized what was happening. This was a real race now! If Grayrain was this fun, she ought to consider talking with him more! Pebbleskip no time in hurrying, little regard for where she stepped, near slipping on a loose stone or two. The dilute molly felt the wind coarse through her fur, cooling off the sun's warm rays. There was nothing better than this, nothing in the whole forest, nay, the world!
(( I also opened up Stormpaw for interaction! So if anyone has a cat free! I've got him !!
She had only been awake for a short while, the heat on her pelt making her eyes droop. Normally, she would be wide awake and focused by now but it was too hot to do anything. When Stormchime approached, her ears perked up and her eyes went into slits. What in the world could she possibly want? She listened closely as the molly spoke, only nodding her head a few times in agreement. "Sure we can go swimming or, now hear me out, we can try to catch something so the cats don't starve." She normally had a dry humor, a lot of cats took it as her being rude but in her honest opinion she found herself to be the most funny cat in the clan.
"I'll lead though." With that, she turned and left to exit camp, not even bothering to check if she was following. She knew she would, why would someone leave another clanmate hanging? Foxhearts, that's who. Stormchime might have a bit of a snark to her but Guppypool knew she was still a good friend. The two hadn't spent nearly as much time together as she had wished but that was the life, do your duties and go to bed. At least that's how she spent her days lately, it felt like this Greenleaf was too hot for them to do anything else.. well they could swim too, she supposed. "So how'd you get yourself out of regular duties?" She mused, looking back to the molly. "I hadn't been assigned to any but I thought little miss snark would be their first choice." She was teasing of course, she wouldn't actually be mean to her.
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