[poppy]

Butterflykiss

After she had finished up trying to be some sort of help around camp, the auburn and dark gray molly left the clearing, waving a goodbye to whoever wanted to wave back, she had loped into the new warrior's den. It had yet to be totally worn down, but that was to come with time. She glanced at the other cat in the den, Spiderthroat, who she was thoroughly intimidated by and wasn't really in the mood to test the waters with, as she padded sorely into the den. Leaving the inner nests for the older warriors, she chose one near the exit. She wanted to be able to escape fast if the camp was even caving in on itself again- which she prayed never happened again in her lifetime. Nodding in greeting to Spiderthroat, timing it so perfectly that he was already turning his back and likely missed the nod entirely, she shrugged and decided that the effort was there.

It was the thought that counted, right? She sure thought so.

Butterfly, for one, was exhausted, and she didn't understand how that cat could leave the den without wanting to pass out in a nest. Everyone- or, almost everyone, had worked their asses off and it finally paid off. It wouldn't be home for a long time, but new memories could be made. They hadn't lost a soul, as far as she knew, to the sinkhole, and now they all had a safe place to sleep tonight. Speaking of sleeping- that sounded like the right idea. Resting her chin on her paws and curling up into a loosecat-donut, it didn't take the warrior long to fall asleep, snoring ever so softly.