RiverClan Leader's Den

[lio]

Stoatdance could help but chuckle at the thought of a flower purring. It was certainly a silly image, and entirely impossible. She nodded along with his statement, then shrugged. "He said his mother showed him one when he was a kit, I believe. I'd be lying if I said that I believed him, though I, of course, didn't make it obvious. It is quite an interesting name to have, though it doesn't make much sense at all."
Her eye lit up as she remembered another cat with that name. "Wasn't there another cat with that name? Jasperpelt, the father of Bugpaw and Bearpaw, which you then changed to Blackpelt?" The rememberance of the tom brought back images of the collasped tunnel and mauled body at the border, a shudder going down her spine.

[BEAR.]

"His mother!" Lionstar had to loudly scoff. "Of course, and my mother showed me flying hedgehogs and how to pluck the quills from those giant mice-beasts. He's full of mouse-dung, and I'll set him straight like I did Blackpelt!" She was correct with the Jazzpurrpelt, and Lionstar was tired of these foolish, nonsensical names! "I can't believe these fish-brains think they can keep these names-- they don't even know what they mean."
@hxneysuckle

[lio]

Stoatdance looked at Lionstar with a hint of thoughtfulness in her eye, stifling a giggle at his outburst. "If any of these strangely-named cats are Clan-born, I'm surprised they hold those names in the first place. Though I'm sure you'll find a name more fitting for him, like you did with me. And the Clan will be able to know what it means," she said, her whiskers twitching with amusement at her last sentence. "That is all I wished to talk about. His name didn't make any sense to me, and so I knew you would wish to know. I'm not sure where he is now, but you may be able to find him somewhere around camp- he stated that many cats gossip about him, though I've never heard any, so I cannot assure that that is the truth.
"But, if you need me to, I can send him to you the next time I see him?" Stoatdance then stood, glancing at the entrance, which she noted that Lionstar still blocked. She gently cleared her throat, preparing to say her farewell. "Unless there is more to say, I wish to be dismissed. I'm sure that you have work to do, and that there is work to be done around the camp. And, there is another warrior here to speak with you," she said, glancing between him, the silent she-cat, and the rest of the entrance, hoping that he would notice that he was standing in the way.

[marshall]

After Stoatdance had left, DewFeather started talking “Lionstar, I wanted to inform you on what happened on my border patrol” Dewfeather wasn’t the leader of the patrol, Scarfang was. But from what he knew, Scarfang never told Lionstar anything, so he figured he would instead.

[Dirtfur]

Dirtfur was excited today. A raid will prove that his survival skills is not worthless and will help the tabby's clan. He padded down to the great leader of RiverClan's den, where Lionstar normally is.
He rehearsed his idea that relates with dirt. He watched as other warriors come in, speaking to the golden leader and coming out when finished. His patience was taken away and went in the stone den. It was the same; the feeling of the cold ground with the scents in the air and surroundings looking the same too.
"Lionstar," he called out, ignoring a warrior beside him. "I have an idea that we can use for the raid."

[BEAR.]

"Ah," Lionstar shuffled out of the entrance of the den, briefly looking uncomfortable at being called out for his obstruction. "Yes-- you are dismissed." @hxneysuckle

When Dewfeather spoke, Lionstar immediately wished he just cut to the chase. "Come on, Dewfeather! Don't let the shellfish get your tongue, you're clamming up-- what is your report? And where the hell did Scarface go? I thought I put him in charge. Did he flake on you?" @~WolfDen~

At Dirtfur's entrance, Lionstar quirked his eyebrow at the filthy tom. "Feel free to share them." @Dirtfur

[lio]

Stoatdance dipped her head with a polite smile. "Thank you, Lionstar." She then flicked her tail and departed from the den.

[marshall]

"Sorry Lionstar. Nothing of interest happened. We marked then we left, nothing else to it. about Scarfang, I have no idea where he could have gone. after I returned back to the meeting place, he never showed. His apprentice, Littlepaw did, but not him." Dewfeather said to Lionstar.

[Dirtfur]

The dirt tabby nodded and started up his idea, "We." he slowly spit out each word to sound interest and suspense. "Will." "Use" now overjoyed he quickly added the last word, "Dirt!" or snow
Pacing back and forth to tell how the dirt can be useful in this raid. "We'll use the earth or snow- if you want to freeze to death- to disguised our scents and better yet, camouflaged as dirt or snow so no enemy cats could see us!" Dirtfur hold himself together as he slightly bounced out of excitement from telling Lionstar his survival skills and tricks. "We can also use them to be thrown at our enemies! We will aim the dirt and snow at their eyes or hopefully just knock them down. Plus wouldn't it be funny to have it chuck into an enemy's mouth?" he gave out a purring of dark amusement.

[BEAR.]

At Dewfeather's report, Lionstar had to curl his lips. Of course Scarfang would leave-- despite Lionstar warning that lazy lout, he didn't seem to take his patrol seriously. What a piece of work..

"Thank you, Dewfeather [ @~wolfden]. You are dismissed."

And now, his full attention was on the crazy survivortom of RiverClan. While he didn't care for the idea of smearing dirt and snow over his pelt, he did like the idea of slinging it at them..

"We could blind them," he mused. "It will be harder to kick dirt at them with snow on the ground, but we could use the snow instead. A kick toward their face, some claws aimed for their throat. It'd be hard for them to react."

As for the scent masking.. well. "It is Leaf-bare. I'd rather our Clan-mates not freeze, but do you have a ready supply of upturned earth available to roll in?"
@Dirtfur