Nightfeather followed shortly after Whitepaw, glancing briefly at the other faces who had also taken up the opportunity to help the clan. Her composure was well kept, natural, fluid, not nervous in the slightest it appeared. She had no reason to be nervous of Lionstar, there was only a healthy respect for him.
And as a Riverclan cat, she believed it was her duty to offer her aid in case it was needed. Even if it meant getting her paws dirty in order to expand dens. She enjoyed cleaning herself anyways.
Waiting her turn, not wishing to over speak any of the others, the black and white she-cat would respectfully dip her head before straightening back up.
"I'd be willing to provide my assistance in expanding the dens if you still need extra paws to work on such a project."