Littlestar was not bored. She was cleaning up. The devastation that had been made of Hawkclans once proud thorn wall remained, although it was not half as bad as it used to be. Most of the major debris had been picked up and cleared away but many smaller pieces remained. She felt as if was impossible to remove every single damn shrapnel piece from the bark and Littlestar was really annoyed. Tired, but annoying. The only thing keeping her awake right now was the dread of falling asleep to nightmares and the pain in her sides from her shrapnel wounds. The tabby grunted as she removed some wood lodged deep in the ground and threw it to the small pieces pile. "Ugh." She muttered, stub tail flickering impatiently. Now that the thorn wall was gone.. literally anyone could stroll right in. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. Littlestar had set up posts around the place to ensure security of her people but even so, she felt afraid to fall asleep. At least the peninsula was a secure place in general. She stood over where the thorn wall used to be, in the hole in the ground. She stared at the pipe that Alcibiades had blown up. An old methane pipe. Her lip curled.
"Fuck." Littlestar cursed, her paw smacking a piece of wood which then flung to the side and hit the dirt wall.