Board Thread:CaveClan/@comment-26225074-20150525185734

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Jade: Dawnpaw nodded in agreemnt to Stonefeather's words and started up the incline. Her paws kept sinking into the loose soil, so she paid very close attention to where she placed them, so much so that she noticed the cave by scent long before she saw it with her eyes.

When she looked up, the first thing she noticed was that what was left of the stream trickled its way into the cave's opening. There was grass visible under its water, so Dawnpaw knew that this was a new path for the water to take. Next she noticed how wide the opening was. A badger could fit there comfortably, although she definitely didn't scent any other animals. Yet, Dawnpaw didn't think that the tunnel itself was new. It smelled aged, and the floor of it was not raw like the rest of the territory had been.

It would make a great shelter for the time being.

"Stonefeather." She mewed, turning to the deuty of ReedClan, "Do you think it's safe?"

She knew he had to have been thinking the same thing she was.

Kim: Minkpaw padded forward cautiously, peering into the cave. It seemed to go on awhile - at least, from what she could tell. It eventually led into darkness, and she could see nothing beyond it. From what she could decipher, there were no other animals here, cat or not cat, and if it hadn't been destroyed during the events that had occurred...

"I'd think it'd be safe," She concluded, glancing at her two companions. To be fair, she didn't care if it really wasn't safe; her paws felt as though they were rubbed raw - they probably were - and she just wanted to rest.

Val: Stonefeather followed the two younger cats and surveyed Dawnpaw's find.

"That's odd," he said, "this is new." He glanced to Minkpaw. "ReedClan never had a cave on territory. It has to have appeared recently." He didn't say whether or not he thought it was safe; he assumed his lack of indication otherwise would be a sufficient answer.

"It smells like no one's ever been here before." There were no pawprints or scent marks. Stonefeather's paws curled in and out of the loamy soil covering the floor of the cave. It had a soothing effect on him and he felt more or less secure here... although... he looked to the back of the cave where the darkness stretched on to infinity. He could hear the stream trickling through the cave and he wondered where it ended. It looked like this was what was left of the ReedClan stream - that meant prey. He made a note to hunt first thing tomorrow.

"I think we're okay to spend the night here," Stonefeather said, settling his body into the soil and dirtying up his matted shaggy pelt even further. He didn't see a need for moss. Who knew how temporary this would be?  