The five Warrior Clans are going extinct. Gatherings and Moonpool visits are inacessable, with leaders falling left and right. The lake territories are being wiped out to the brink of extinction by new, large predators that have migrated into their...
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Crescentsky was anticipating being bored in the warriors den again when she returned, so she decided that she would decorate shells today. She gathered a few on the way back to camp, and a couple of pretty leaves and tiny gleaming stones that she would attach to them.
She gathered the sap last, using her toes to crack off a piece of bark on the side of a maple tree. The tabby warrior dabbed a bit of it onto her pads, then swiped it on an uninjured part of her shoulder. She would carry it there and clean it off her pelt later, since she didn't have anymore room in her jaws for a leaf-wrap filled with sap.
When she made it back to camp she found that she didn't want to go back into the warrior's den just yet. Crescentsky wanted to stay out in the fresh air while it was still daylight, before the rain fell.
The Riverclan warrior knew that decorating shells was more of an apprentice hobby, and even then it was usually she-cats who participated in the activity. Although, according to her father's words- a young tom would sometimes make one for a she-cat if he particularly liked them.
But she didn't care if it was viewed as a hobby for younger cats.
It's better than being bored in the camp all day. It looks like everyone else is out on patrol anyways... That, or resting up before the night-guard shift. She searched for someplace that would stay relatively dry when it began to rain.
Riverclan cats also occasionally used the shells during death vigils. Some cats had put aside the time and energy to make Houndspots one during the span of hours between his death and vigil. They'd been placed atop his grave after he died, as a marker.
I should make Tinyflame's shell first. She deserves one the most right now. She's going to be grieving over her lost mentor for awhile. And maybe it would help her get better soon.
Oh, yeah. There's a sheltered space behind the elder's den. It was shaded by a big mossy stone on one side. She remembered it now, as she turned her head to look around camp. When she found it, she approached confidently.
Bushy den walls shielded one side, while mossy rock created an enclave in-between them. Crescentsky stepped closer to the rock, rounding it with the assortment of items clasped tightly in her jaws.
But when she stepped around, she saw two cats lying there sharing tongues. She took a second-glance in order to fully realize who they were.
Her two smooth shells clattered to the ground. They landed in the flattened grass that created a pathway between her and the two other cats.
