— Shit. This was horribly late. Tavi, having woken up one morning, suddenly realized she hadn't stopped by HawkClan for a while. And so, she had conjured up a bunch of things--prey, herbs--and ordered NPCs who were on a patrol to help her make little trinkets, like crinkly balls for kids.
Teleporting to the HawkClan border, she shook out her pelt. She levitated the basket downwards to her side, covered with a checkered blanket, and awaited the presence of a HawkClanner to greet her.