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Looking at the camp was starting to give him a headache. He thought it would be a good idea to lie low here for a few days, he knew no clan had claimed the old territory, but now he wasn't so sure. Their nests were just scraps of spanish moss and soft leaves they'd taken from the trees, but the flood had taken away much of the material they'd want, and it hadn't grown back yet. The fresh-kill pile was a ragged excuse, hosting a pigeon wing and a single mouse, but there weren't enough cats to keep it stocked. Was he mad to endeavor to create his own clan? Who had ever done such a thing?
Chim shook his head reluctantly. He had scraped the remains of his nest into a few of the others, but it wasn't working. "Maybe we should push all of our nests together and huddle for the warmth all night," he huffed aloud…. only somewhat joking.
Edited Jan 30, 2020 0:23:47 GMT -5 By Cleaver | Reason: forgot part
If last night had been the night that planted the first seeds of doubt in Mangoswirl's mind, then tonight was the night that watered those seeds and gave them a beautiful pot of luscious soil to grow in. She'd been skeptical of Chimerastar's radical plan to create a new Clan from absolute scratch, and she'd been even more skeptical when she'd learned that their first camp would be located in the former territory of a Clan that had straight-up collapsed. Still, she was the one who had signed herself up to join - she really only had herself to blame. And Chim.
"I don't know about y'all, but I'm not that desperate yet," she yawned, frowning as a fly landed on her pelt and began rubbing its forelegs together in that awful, fly-ey way she despised. They may not have had any materials, but at least the insects were as daring as ever. "Maybe we could find a few decorations, hang 'em 'round camp? It won't help a ton, but it'll look less..." Depressing? Janky? Haphazard? "More professional," she finally settled on. "Of course, that assumes we could find any decorations around here to begin with..."
Pushing all our nests together is sounding better by the minute.
Cimber was curled up in his lack luster nest, listening to the cats around him interact. It wasn't until the she cat, whom he'd recently learned was named Mangoswirl, started complaining did he crack his amber gaze and lift his head. He wondered what these cat's lives had been like before where this was considered roughing it? He'd slept in literal dumpsters, on top of rotting food and fighting the rats for space. This nest and camp, as simple as it was, seemed like a vacation to him. Perspective was a weird thing.
He decided maybe a lighter response was better, even if he thought the she cat needed her own perspective changed a little bit. "If Chim wants to cuddle I'm all for it." He mewed, tossing a playful wink in the direction of the leader. He was right though, the cold air was cutting through his pelt no matter how tight he curled up. "You're welcome to join too Mangoswirl, I promise I don't have fleas."
"Decorations?" he mewed skeptically, arching a brow at the she-cat. He was truly beginning to doubt why they'd brought the she-cat into their clan if this was the best idea she could come up with... not that he'd done much better. He didn't see how decorating would help keep his cats fed and warm and happy, but his family did say he was severely lacking in understanding of other cats sometimes. His ears twitched as he started to speak again, only to cut off abruptly as Cimber spoke up instead, and nearly choked. He hadn't expected that. Even if he was joking, Chim made an ungraceful noise in the back of his throat and turned away as a mild heat crept up his ears.
"We can find something else. Maybe EarthClan's territory has something left, we just have to explore a little further."
Mangoswirl scowled at Cimber's suggestion, then scowled at Chim, just so the leader wouldn't feel too left out. "Yeah, decorations!" she stressed, bounding up from her almost-a-nest and taking a long, hard look at their camp. "I think it would look nice - I mean, we can't eat 'em, but it would make it feel a little more home-ish. It's nice for the younger ones, too."
Her gaze fell on the barren fresh-kill pile, and she made a face. "...You know what, a better prey stockpile is probably more important. I'm still not up for cuddling, though," she added, with a heated glance at Cimber. "Don't take this the wrong way man, but sometimes if you deny you have fleas like that, it makes other people think you actually do have fleas. Not saying anything else."
"None taken." He drawled, a small grin gracing his face at the leaders reaction. "It's not like I'm looking to impress you she cats anyway, far to demanding for a cat like myself." Another tease, and he hoped the she cat realized that much.. at least the demanding part. "With so few cats it's going to take awhile till stockpiling prey is feasible." He commented, suddenly serious. Mangoswirl was right, the way things were going now it would be like Crowclan in the old days. Everyone hunted for themselves, and if you were too weak and young to hunt you have to rely on others to bring you food.. sometimes that just didn't happen. "But more cats seem to be joining every day so hopefully that pile will start to fill."
"Or it's just going to be emptier because they keep taking from it," he grumbled. "We're bringing in too many young cats." There had been a litter in the cave when they first came, and his grandfather had brought in another group, and on top of that, they had several pregnant queens. Chim didn't like kits, he never knew how to interact with them, but he didn't want them to suffer either. "How are we supposed to provide for so many helpless mouths? Can't they go to the other clans?" There was no heat in his tone - he didn't have the heart to chase anyone away. Maybe they wouldn't be in this situation if he did.
Cimber frowned at the leaders words but understood where he was coming from. "I think the cats that are coming are the ones that don't fit in with the other clans." He remarked, hoping to help the leader understand the draw his new group provided for some many. "Many of them lost their homes and tried to find new ones but the clans are all so stuck in their ways. They want to make a new home for themselves and not force themselves into a different mindset for another clan they feel no connection too." He hadn't meant to say so much.. so he suddenly shut his jaws jaws with an audible click as his teeth met and his ears heated.
