How's the weather down there? (closed)

The RiverClan camp was sure an interesting place and when he thought about it, he couldn't recall a time when he'd visited the reed-sheltered area. The fishy scent has been overwhelming at first, but he'd gotten used to it, more or less. With Ivystar having come to SkyClan's rescue, the little legged elder had been overjoyed that it was her of all cats, since much to his dismay, they hadn't gotten to go on there little walks recently and now, he got to be around the tabbied molly as if he was one of her own clanmates. Of course, she had her usual leader duties to attend to and even more so with double the cats to look after, but he understood and kept his distance when needed.

Laying near the freshkill pile, Tinylegs prodded at a toad that had just recently been caught and dragged it closer to himself. Seeing as though all of the territories had been hit with some form of drought, the dry-skinned amphibian wasn't anything that an apprentice would brag about catching, but food was food, and he was thankful that RiverClan was kind enough to be sharing.

Shimmerpaw stepped back into camp from a quick hunt. Dropping off the small mouse she had found, she saw Tinylegs near the Freshkill pile. From what she remembered, this cat was one of the cats from SkyClan. Shimmerpaw herself didn't have much of an opinion on SkyClan staying in RiverClan camp. She didn't really mind them, and she didn't really see any negatives in this. Other than having to deal with more people. Gah, socialising...

Shimmerpaw glanced at Tinylegs, who seemed to be eating a toad. Hopefully he was having a good time. The Apprentice decided she might as well rest a little and sat down, a distance away from Tinylegs.