*since the elimination of Taevy's group she'd helped her clan rebuild every last bit of their home with every ounce of effort in her**she'd cleaned every speck of blood from the dens, rebuilt walls, moved cluttering branches, and reinforced everything to be ten times as protected**currently she was moving some rather large branches to the nursery, dragging them across camp in her jaws and maneuvering them up right and layered to form a thick outer wall, still not satisfied with how secure it was* -Creedstar
*wanders around camp, looking for someone to take with her on a hunting patrol* -Iceshard
*carries large clumps of moss into camp, setting them in piles outside the dens so that cats could replace their old bedding* Man my paws are killing me. *huffs to himself, but he didn't dare stop until his duties were done for fear that Creedstar would snap at him to work harder* -Shadpaw
*sits outside the trials' den that had been thrown together under the roots of a wide tree beside the hollow that was the warriors den**he'd only joined GoldenClan because he knew he'd either be left to fend for himself around clan territory and he didn't like his odds for surviving as a loner or surviving while the clan cats were still out for blood**gazes around distrustfully and unsure* -Hark
*watches the trials with narrowed eyes from beside the fresh kill pile* I don't trust any of those mangy fleabags. *grumbles aloud* -Pebblefoot
*wanders around camp, looking for someone to take with her on a hunting patrol* -Iceshard
*carries large clumps of moss into camp, setting them in piles outside the dens so that cats could replace their old bedding* Man my paws are killing me. *huffs to himself, but he didn't dare stop until his duties were done for fear that Creedstar would snap at him to work harder* -Shadpaw
*sits outside the trials' den that had been thrown together under the roots of a wide tree beside the hollow that was the warriors den**he'd only joined GoldenClan because he knew he'd either be left to fend for himself around clan territory and he didn't like his odds for surviving as a loner or surviving while the clan cats were still out for blood**gazes around distrustfully and unsure* -Hark
*watches the trials with narrowed eyes from beside the fresh kill pile* I don't trust any of those mangy fleabags. *grumbles aloud* -Pebblefoot