“Personally, I don’t think Kestrelstar will let Riverclan get involved,” Snowleap said, looking at Morningfeather with a soft gaze, “He wants everyone here to have a peaceful leaf-bare.” The tall tomcat trusted his leader and knew he wouldn’t get them involved in anything that could be avoided. However, the dark-furred warrior noticed how serious and tense their clanmate was towards the topic. It made Snowleap wonder if he would worry about the future more and not be so nonchalant when discussing it. He simply nodded as Morningfeather dismissed the morbid talk between them and remained positive. That’s all they could do in the meantime, right? “Everything will turn out alright.” Snowleap repeated what they said, except in a quiet voice, almost like he was reassuring himself alone about the whole situation. He took a deep breath and scratched at a pesky itch that appeared on the side of his fluffy neck.

Morningfeather’s response to his proposition made him smile. “It’s a lot of fun to hunt with others, trust me,” He meowed with a gentle purr stirring in his throat, “I went down to Lionsbeach with Dragonflyfrond to hunt gulls and we both had a wonderful time.” It was a fond memory for Snowleap to think back on, even though it happened only a few days ago. In the past, he mostly avoided socializing with anyone and just stuck to his own company, but it’s been exciting, meeting his clanmates and getting to know them personally. The tall warrior wondered if he’d form a friend-group here in Riverclan, or even find someone special in the future to make a family. Snowleap knew he was getting ahead of himself.

“Great minds think alike, I suppose,” Snowleap chuckled, stretching out his front paws as he stood up finally, “Come on then, I feel like Snakeheart wouldn’t be happy with us if we froze our paws out here for too long.” Something about Morningfeather calling him their ‘buddy’ made the dark-furred warrior feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He was finally making friends in his own clan. He was finally fitting in. Waving his tail as a ‘follow me’ kind of gesture, the tomcat started to make his way back towards the Riverclan, checking back to make sure his new friend was following.

Snowleap looked down at his paws, his ears flattening slightly as his brow creased. “I hope so,” He murmured softly. The tall warrior wasn’t one to doubt Kestrelstar’s words, but he couldn’t help but worry about the future of Riverclan. Would it truly be a peaceful leafbare like he had told the young warrior several sunrises ago? He didn’t know, nobody could know, except maybe for Starclan themselves. Snowleap didn’t wish to dwell on such thoughts though, especially right before he slept. He didn’t like going to bed with a troubled mind, it led to nightmares.

“It is rather fun,” The young tomcat agreed with a soft smile, looking at Morningfeather. With that being said, Snowleap and their clanmate headed back to the Riverclan camp without another word exchanged between them. His ears twitched to the sounds of the chilling winds whistling through the trees, but he silently focused on putting one paw in front of the other, staring at the path in front of him with a small frown upon his expression. He had a lot on his mind and those thoughts never seemed to leave, despite his desperation for peaceful thinking.

(Sounds good to me! Would you mind writing out a starter for the timeskip/next roleplay? I’d appreciate it greatly.)

It was simply too early for Reedpaw to be stuck out here in the chilly air. Parting her jaw as she gave a little yawn, Reedpaw simply watched Snakeheart with curiosity on what she was meant to do for him. Instead of protesting and risking rousing a snappish attitude from her mentor, Reedpaw decided to tough it out and fluffed out her thick coat of fur. She had been stuck up in the fact that it was far too cold to be out here when Snakeheart had instructed her to grab a mouthful of the leafy herbs which seemed to stuff Snakehearts mouth. Taking a moment to pad over towards where the herbs were and for her to lean over, Reedpaw seemed to finally have her mouth just as stuffed as Snakehearts when she raised her head back. Casting a glance towards him, she seemed to be awaiting his next instruction as she ambled towards him.

@Rani

Reedpaw nearly started laughing at her mentor when he had jerked his paw back. Why exactly was Snakeheart testing the water, she had no clue, and as such arched her catbrows in interest. That interest only grew when he had set his herbs down, seeing as Reedpaw had expected to be heading back to the medicine den for sorting around this time. Waiting patiently wasn’t her strong suit, but it certainly paid off in this moment. She hadn’t exactly heard of having to flash freeze herbs, and so this was certainly a first for her. Nodding along to each word and watching Snakehearts demonstration, it made sense to Reedpaw. Of course herbs would have to last through the winter, what would happen if they ran out and cats grew sick? No, that couldn’t happen, she was sure Snakeheart would make sure of that. Her attention was brought back when Snakeheart questioned her on knowing a certain herb. Catmint? No, she hadn’t heard of that one before, but she might be able to pick it out in comparison to the wet one on the rock. After a few back and forth looks, Reedpaw had leaned down and lifted a catmint leaf from her pile before setting it in front of Snakeheart and blinking up towards him. “I don’t know anything about it, really, I was only able to pick it out by comparison, why’s it important?”

@Rani

The black molly had come to the half-frozen pond in search of some peace outside the hectic world of camp. She sat at the edge of the pond, looking in for any signs of stirring fish. They were all most likely at the bottom. She sighed and stood, scenting for any othrr prey in the area. She followed a slightly fresh prey-scent trail further away from camp.