RiverClan Leader's Den

[Dirtfur]

Dirtfur purred at Lionstar's liking of flinging snow or earth into another clancat. Listening to the leader's out loud thoughts, he opened his maw to agree in the statement, but he doesn't want to interrupt the golden leader. He glanced around, nervous that he didn't made any supplies of upturned earth ready to be rolled in. "Well um, no. But," he remembered the spot, the spot that he normally goes to. It's name is: MudPlace! "I have an area that I owned, is called the MudPlace! I think our clanmates can go there to hide their scents."

[BEAR.]

How intriguing..

"If you can get cats to willingly roll around in mud and dirt, we can use your idea." The cold muck against their pelt in this weather might discourage cats, but if Dirtfur managed to make it work, well.. he wouldn't shoot down his idea. @Dirtfur

[Dirtfur]

"Thank you, Lionstar." the dirt survivor bowed his head and padded backwards, off to persuade any cats to try his idea. He searched around the clearing, looking for any clanmates. And that's it! He can start with one cat.... an apprentice- his apprentice.

[BEAR.]

"Dirtfur!" Lionstar called after him, fur spiked from an idea. "Perhaps you should call a meeting to speak to the Clan about this? You'll have the potential to get through to a lot more cats than just walking around!"
@Dirtfur

[Dirtfur]

The brown tabby perked his ears at the leader's suggestion. "I'll try to do that, thank you Lionstar." he twisted his head to the apprentices' den. "I will after my training with Wormpaw." Dirtfur nodded and sprint to the den home to apprentices.

[pidgeon]

At long last, Eagleflight had returned home from Lionsrange. He trotted up to Lionstar's den to make his report.

"Lionsrange has been marked," He began. "Pretty uneventful overall--the only trouble we had was Sunblaze's rather nasty encounter with a thorn bush. He'll have to go see Shiverpetal for that. Otherwise, there was nothing to worry about." He dipped his head respectfully before backing out of the den once more, not wanting to take up the leader's precious time.

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak had paced in the clearing for the longest time in preparation of this meeting. It probably... wouldn't be great, he already knew that. But maybe this was a rhetorical situation that called for a rhetorical approach, and the whole list of items that he'd already conjured. "Okay," he started, coughing, "I'll just, head in then. I guess." It was to nobody in particular, even though Flowerpaw was beside him as they stood outside Lionstar's den. "You can go in or stay out here, if you want, but... yeah, you should come in."

Stepping inside, he quickly found Lionstar and unconsciously smiled, a stupid immediate reaction that he wiped away in favor of professionalism. "Hey, uh, I found this apprentice... on the territory. So she's a captive of RiverClan now, and I know she's from WindClan therefore it's not politically advantageous or anything, but you should know about it anyway." All that came out in a single breath, shoulders stiffened. "What do you want to do with her--? As in, the hostage."

@RedHead

[BEAR.]

Lionstar had just returned to his den, tail twitching at the sound of a voice outside-- and every hair on his pelt perked up with the excitement of seeing Fawnsqueak enter the den. Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn Fawn --

Oh, he should probably say something. "Ah, hello deer-ling! We haven't really talked since the beach, we should catch..." His ears drooped as Fawnsqueak went on about some WindClan trespasser. How bland-- he was hoping for more Fawn!! He was fun, and cute, and Lionstar couldn't get enough of him.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he questioned the stupid boring WindClan cat. "I can't imagine there's enough going on in that graveyard to warrant you being a threat, Patches."

@Dipper, @RedHead

[RedHead]

Flowerpaw had stepped in after Fawnpaw, watching the small interaction between Lionstar and her friend before the golden tom seemed to finally notice her. She sent a questioning look to Fawnpaw but didn’t say anything, instead narrowing her eyes at Lionstar. “You speak the cold hard truth.” She responded in turn, not wanting, or needing to deny the fact that Windclan was probably dying. “As for saying for myself, well, I’m not much of a threat either, as you can see.” She meowed, looking the Riverclan leader straight in the eye before gesturing to Fawnpaw with her tail. “I was just freezing near the border before pretty-boy here found me and accused me of stepping over, which I accepted because honestly a hostage situation was better than where I was at.” She gave a small smirk, not particularly towards any cat, though she was still speaking to Lionstar. “And thanks to your gracious rule about trespassers, I didn’t starve that night.” She’d decided to bring up Fawnpaw’s odd “rule” that was apparently implemented, casting a slightly apologetic-but-not-exactly look towards the brown-furred tom.

@Dipper

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak's eyes narrowed at her slightly, wishing she could at least play her hostage role up a little bit better than that for her own sake, but he kept his mouth closed tightly while she offered her recollection of the events. Like a string pulling taut, his muscles went rigid at the mention of the trespassers-get-fed rule because he was fairly certain he'd explicitly told her not to bring that up, but here they were. "Thanks for.. that," he muttered, dry, "I'm sure Lionstar appreciated your WindClan-esque, long-winded explanation of how you became a hostage." He cuffed a paw at the stray bedding and cleared his throat, eyes falling on the leader once again to inquire, "So, uh, what do you think? I know she's..." Fawnsqueak's nose wrinkled just slightly as he lacked the words to politely describe Flowerpaw, a complication that caused him to dismiss that train of thought. "Well, she's here now. Do you want to... I don't know, give her back to WindClan, or...?" There was a pause. "I mean, if WindClan actually still exists."

@RedHead