[dino.]

// @poppy.

>Ebonypaw<

A small charcoal tabby paced nervously outside of the camp wall, the black patches on his coat pulsing with faint orange crackles. He'd been gone a while - far too long, for his taste. Was Cornpaw all right, had he gotten into any trouble? Had ThunderClan received new leadership yet, or was Icicleripple still running things? What about RiverClan, had they caused any more trouble? He poked his nose around the entrance to peer into the camp, trying to spot any cats who maybe kind of radiated authority or something. Maybe he wasn't looking hard enough, he didn't seem to see any.

He spent another moment shifting on his paws, knowing he couldn't just stand around and stare at the clearing forever - someone would think he was trying to spy for RiverClan or something and, oh, boy, that would be a mess to clean up. And so after one last nervous second, he put on an anxiously impulsive burst of speed and skidded into camp. "I'M HERE, I'M BACK, I'M NOT DEAD, HELLO!"

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>Albatrossflare<

RiverClan seemed to be keeping to themselves as of late - his endeavors had kept him away for far too long, and had ended up fruitless. His claws remained clean, unfortunately. And now he was reentering ThunderClan's camp, his massive white form surely sticking out from the rest of the clearing. Expression blank and unreadable, the senior warrior sat himself down in the middle of the clearing to wait. Surely someone would notice him soon - with all of the negative attention on him the last time he was there, it was hard to imagine he'd remain unseen for long.