A New Face [Open!]

(OOC: This is taken in place when Ivystar was still RiverClan's current leader, and directly follows this topic)

As the familiar scenaries began to grew in front of her eyes, Hollypaw smiled. Then after finally approaching the camp's entrance, she padded in, gently letting go of Crane's scruff— and set her down onto the ground. "This is where our warriors stay at. This is RiverClan's camp." She introduced, lightly nudging the she-kit forward. "Don't be afraid, our members are friendly." She added. They've finally arrived at the camp, and she scanned the area around for familiar faces. Would Ebonypaw come over? Though as she thought again— he probably wouldn't if Crane was getting crowded by cats. Stars, she wouldn't be able to even hang out with such a crowd around. Despite all of that, she waited for his appearance either way, or perhaps another familiar face to come.

Would.. Ivystar come over first? Or Cloverheart? Maybe Scarletriver? She wasn't so sure. The only thing she'd hope for was that this would all go peacefully, and without an argument having an arguement breaking through.

Crane looked around wide eyed, whiskers twitching as the fishy scent she’d first picked up off of Hollypaw’s fur grew even stronger. She looked up at the older molly and took an unsure step forward. She didn’t have the slightest idea what Hollypaw meant by “warriors”. Her mother had never used such a word before. Thoughts about what a warrior could be would have to wait until later. As she’d looked around the camp, her eyes landed on the pile of freshkill and suddenly Crane was reminded of how hungry she was.
Any hesitation was abandoned and she bounded over to the pile. Never once had she seen so much prey in one place! She pawed out a small fish from the pile and began to wolf it.

(ooc: sorry this took so long to respond to, working retail during the holidays is rough on my schedule)