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Raccoonear | she/her | @TheNyanCatMinecart

Despite the fact that the gray molly had a slight edge to her mood today due to the fact that she’d fallen face flat in snow (again) today, she would just have to lighten up, because someone had approached her, a ShadowClanner to be specific. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to be meeting someone of a clan that she often mentally referred to as MurderClan in her head, but not at all wishing that she wasn’t in this situation now. This was still considered an opportunity to meet people, regardless of their clan. That’s not s’methung that cats should even care about at a gathering, right? At least not their differences.

“Y’ello.” She mews in her usual tone, a flat tone that had a splash of emotion to it. Said emotion now, is nonexistent. It’s not like there was any emotion to be shown here either way, she hadn’t met this cat yet. There wasn’t even much to say, other than just the usual “Oh hi, I’m an awkward Riverclan warrior, how’s the prey running, is Dawnstar still being the murderous idiot she is??” Oh, how she wished that she could say that, but this cat seemed to be just as savage as their leader. So rather than speaking her mind, she just spoke in a calm tone in response to Ivysnake’s question. “Raccoonear.” She stated, her floppy ears rising at the slightest to hear the commotion.

While she didn’t care as much for the ongoing chaos as much as her present situation, the gray bobtail still wanted to at least give herself an idea of what was going on up there. In the midst of listening, she heard her name be called by Kestrelstar, to escort Loonkit away. Allowing her gaze to flick back from the Seastones to Ivysnake, she stated bluntly, “looks like I’ve got to go drag a kit back to camp.” She stood, bi-colored eyes sifting over the crowd to find the white and black kit. What a relief. Shimmerbird handled it instead. She traced back over to the tabby she was speaking with before in the same spot.

“False alarm, someone else has got it.” She mewed, sitting down with her paws closed together over a clump of sand. Ivysnake looked rather young, perhaps she’s a new warrior? “You look pretty young. Did you just become a warrior?” She asked, a slight tilt at her head as she pondered in a light tone.