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Originally Posted by nyme

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 7 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

"Uhh. Queens, hello?" Salamanderpaw pokes her big, shaggy head into the nursery. She's clearly not thrilled to be doing this, but it must be done. She can either drag her feet and whine and moan and get nothing done this impending half-moon, or she can grit her teeth, knock this punishment out, and try to make the best of it (while whining and moaning in her down time). She doesn't just want to sulkily endure her confinement—she wants to prove that she is good. That her failure can, should be overlooked. And she wants to wring whatever she can out of the experience for herself; she won't be seven moons for forever, and being an eight-moon-old, nine-moon-old, ten-moon-old apprentice with the gaps in education that she has now...it's humiliating to think about. Something has to change fast.

"I'm here to clean and help and, stuff, so, if you need fresh moss or prey or—uh—whatever it is you guys need, I'm here to do that." She's staring around the place, feeling oddly out of sorts. Her memories of Riverclan's old nursery are fond ones, but this new den invokes none of the nostalgia that she had sort of hoped for. She just feels overgrown and awkward.

"Could probably get a bird in here for some fresh feathers and a meal," she adds, trying to seem helpful. "There's like...so many, on the pile. Like so many." She's not too sure how to segue into asking help with her own endeavors so for now she just. Hovers.

[ salamanderpaw is here on her punishmentchores grind!! no obligation to reply; if she gets no responses she'll clean up a bit and be on her way for now.

@Marigoldwhisper ; SWANBERRY
@MrWolfu ; SHORECREST
@ChromeSilver_Hwaa ; SWEETSAP
@Evenilolia ; LILYMEADOW
@Splitmoon ; RAINSONG
@Aaliyah ; ICECLAW

not pinging kits bc there's a bazillion of y'all but she's open to kit interactions as well<3 ]

Ripplekit
⊹ RiverClan | 1 moons | blind

It was quiet. So quiet to the point it was a little difficult to tell where others are at. Ripplekit knows they are in here somewhere but he had trouble identifying who was who. He was definitely getting used to the scents of the cats around, but pinpointing them was a little harder than he'd anticipated. Ripplekit thought he'll get good at identifying them by now, but they all sort of smelled like milk. Wasn't there some easier way to tell the difference between others? It seemed like everybody got the hang of it, except him.

He stumbled around, hitting a wall or two before hearing someone call from the entrance. The small tabby kitten halted excitedly. Okay, it's his chance to test his nose again! He took a sniff of the air wondering if it was someone he knew. 'Oh! Someone different!' They smelled like the outside! Definitely so! Not of milk or of the nursery.

The white tabby kitten tripped a little as he padded over. "Hi! ... You!"

He had no clue who this cat was or what their name was. He was just happy he could at least identify a different scent. Progress had definitely been made.