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    ― SHRIMPTAIL ―

    The bicolored tom would do as he was assigned by Foxcall and make his way to the middle of camp the next morning after everyone had eaten, stopping and calling out- odd for the usually soft-spoken cat. "Any kits want to go out and build something fun?" He called into the den, sitting down to wait. He had to admit, he liked the other tom cat's idea. Everyone needed a picker upper right about now, ever since Gladestar was taken and most likely dead, a solemn air hanging over all of RiverClan. Building something outside of camp with the kits sounded like a pleasant activity to pick up spirits- at least a little bit.

    He sat and waited patiently for the kits, tail twitching slightly. He hoped they would come, as surely something like that sounded like a fun task to them, right? Otherwise he would just look like a fool- and he did not want to look like a fool in front of his clan mates.

           

    Truth be told, as unsympathetic it may seen, the death of Gladestar did not mentally affect Ibiskit. She had still been a newborn at the time, incapable of understanding the situation and emotionally reacting to it as her clanmates had done. From what she gathered, Gladestar had been a phenomenal leader and would be dearly missed by those who had managed to experience his reign - perhaps she was a little disappointed that she had missed it, but did the past truly matter?


    That being said, the solemn ambience of camp took no toll on the child of midnight, who could often be found sitting by the streams that danced around their home. She liked resting by the water, watching the minnows swim past in silent thought. Shrimptail's words caught her attention, evident by the sudden perk of her ears, yet Ibiskit made no move towards the warrior. She would simply look over at the ginger-splotched tom, unconcerned and nonchalant, mint green visionaries briefly narrowing into slits. "Build what? And why?" Ibiskit couldn't help but ask, beckoned by her kit-like curiosity to find out more information before deciding whether or not to attend.