What the Fluff? (open)

The camp smelled of fish and mucky water, and each passing sunrise, Sunflower yearned to be able to go back home. As if adjusting wasn't difficult enough for every other cat, the lengthy and meek-minded tom wished he was a turtle as he stayed curled up. There were too many cats and too many unknown cats for his liking. Occasionally, some had tried to be polite by attempting to make conversation with him, but he never had anything to say and they quickly learned to not bother, which he wasn't going to complain about. If he started talking to some-cat, he'd probably break down crying and as if he needed to be the laughing stock to RiverClan as well as his own clan...

Having made his nest alongside the outside of the reed-covered warrior's den, the bedraggled, large eared tom was a sight for sore eyes, and of course, his bright blue sky-pelt had caught the attention of just about every RiverClanner. Passing cats whispered and giggled amongst themselves as shot prying glances at the Twoleg pelt, curious as to the whereabouts of such an odd item. No one had dared ask him yet though, which was a quiet a relief.

Skyclan was settling into Riverclan's camp, and Smokefeather was counting the days until they could leave it again. It was overcrowded, she bumped into an apprentice every tail length, it seemed, and worst of all, it was surrounded by water. Oh, the river was still mostly dry now, but Smokefeather was sure it wouldn't have the decency to stay that way. It would rain, the weather would grow cooler as leaf fall approached, and the river would return to being able to keep Riverclan safe and fed. Smokefeather prayed to Starclan that they'd be well away from the overcrowded camp when that happened.

Muttering a half-hearted apology to one of the apprentices she'd tripped over- not for the first time- Smokefeather made her way towards the warriors den, managing to avoid a second apprentice as she did so.

A familiar pale pelt caught her eye, and Smokefeather's whiskers twitched in amusement. Sunflower looked perfectly happy sitting outside the Riverclan warriors' den. He looked downright thrilled. About as thrilled as Smokefeather looked when she'd gotten her paws wet for the first time. Which was to say, not at all.

"Hey, Sunflower." Smokefeather mewed cheerfully. "Great Starclan, how are there so many apprentices?" She flopped down unceremoniously beside her former mentor, gray-green eyes glancing up at him with sympathy. If anyone was less comfortable here than she was, it would be Sunflower, after all.

Not having been paying attention to any particular cat around him, Sunflower jumped every so slightly at a familiar voice. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see Smokefeather, one of his former apprentices. She certainly seemed cheery considering the situation they were in, but he remembered that not all cats were afraid of every single thing like he was.

"H-hi," he mewed softly, shifting his oddly proportional body around in his makeshift twoleg pelt nest. "Yeah, l-lots," the lean tom mewed, a random shiver running down his spine.