Dawnflicker had been spending most of her time at the beach as of late, staring out into the sea, throwing stones, hunting for any little secrets that lay near the ridged off sand. But she had especially been interested in the tiny, worn twoleg shack she had discovered with Rhiannon near the docks, with its long fishing rods, shelves, old boots, and creaky floors. She wanted to fix it up, if only for sentimental value. She had started with clearing out the dust, then trying to pin down that loose floorboard that, while helpful at the time, served only as an annoyance when her foot got caught underneath it. 

Now, coming down the slope that shifted from dirt and grass to sand, she carried bundles of flowers in her jaws, picked from the winter blooms and whatever had grown early near the Springclan border. She was planning to bring more with the summer, of course, but for now they would do to liven the place up. It was beginning to feel less abandoned. 

Spotting Hippostep and Foxfable just ahead, she slowed her stride, ears perked, meowing over the plants in her mouth, "hi guys! Hope you weren't in the middle of something important," she giggled, "I was just heading past." 

“Oh my stars!” Weevilspike came bounding up and immediately slipped one of the prettiest flowers from between Dawnflicker’s jaws. “Are these for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have.” He flicked it once — “what’s a bit of spit between friends?” — and, just as he was moving to slip it into the fur round his ear, suddenly spun around and presented it to Foxfable instead, bowing low with his paw flattened to show the flower. “For you, my fabled companion, and all that ails you.” Spinning about, he wrapped his paw around the smaller tom’s feeble shoulders, giving Foxfable’s chest a little thump to clear it, and grinned happily at the other Coast Guards. “Well, well, what a handsome lot we are. I’d bang us. Dawnflicker.” Still leaning on Foxfable, he leaned forward, pulling the other tom with him, and reached out to lift one of the she-cat’s paws in his, sparkling eyes locked with hers. “Have you grown more beautiful since last we met? Impossible. Admittedly, you were dying in the sea but we can’t all be me.” Giving the back of her paw a quick kiss and flashing her a wink and little grin, he let her go and sat back with Foxfable, looking about at the group again. “So! What’s on the menu for today? Who are we drowning? I vote Hippostep. He’s had it too easy for too long.”