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The day was chilly- No, it was cold. Cold, cloudy, and nothing worth appreciating from the standpoint of a hard working individual with things to do and places to be. Nectarflame sits tall in the center of camp, observing the goings-on of the Clan. She had awoken that morning to note Dogbark gone, and the scent of him in his nest stale. He had not slept there that night. Frustration gnawed at the warrior for a better part of the morning, but finally receded by sunhigh. Now, the Bengal wanted nothing more than to take action. Thinking she had swayed his mind in the predicament his Clan was in after only one talk might have been too positive, and Nectarflame was not typically the one with the cheery outlooks.
"Shiningskies," the cat calls out to the other warrior the moment she spots her.
"And Cindersky, the both of you come for a talk." She would not sit and wait, no. Their deputy was a grown cat, fully capable of his own decisions.
Flicking her tail while waiting for the two warriors to approach, the golden cat plots out the idea that had been getting tossed around in her mind.
"I want to start storing prey where it can last preserved for a long time," she informs the two.
"In case leaf-bare takes a toll on the prey running in the forest. No one likes a stale meal, no, but it is a necessity. Would you two like to head into the forest with me to scout for a place like this? I have been curious about the cliffs lately. A lot of crevices that could fit a small cat, or a stash of prey, are bound to be there somewhere. And when stone freezes, it stays very cold." Or at least that was her thought process in full. They could bury a good amount of prey between the rocks at the cliffs, and that would preserve them. Hopefully. They could run a test if necessary.