[Fawn]

It was wild to watch the rise and succession of a Clan within his own lifetime, and a small part of Cedarsprint wondered if this moment would make history like it had when SkyClan first entered the forest as an additional faction that aligned itself with the others in their fight against the Evil Era. He'd seen similar attitudes of resentment and passed it off with years of experience, a 'been there, done that' perspective that had started to serve him well in these moons. Now, he was stationed in the RiverClan territory and helping the SkyClan cats resettle in their new environment, a change he assumed had to be drastic for cats who'd spent their lives secluded from the rest. "Alright, put your feathers and clouds and whatever else you brought over there," Cedarsprint directed the incoming cats, watching the stream of SkyClan becoming ready to merge with RiverClan. He felt for them, he really did. But unlike the disbanding of the Dusk Syndicate, they'd aligned themselves with morality and reaped the benefits of being taken in. He just hoped the social climate welcomed them, and the land could support the extra mouths to feed. "Remember, you'll have to make your own nests -- we use reeds here, not..." What did SkyClan have? Grass? Well, he didn't continue that thought as he gazed at their physique. Cedarsprint cracked a smile, amused. "RiverClan is happy to have all of you and your... toned legs."