A time of rest (open)

Sitting outside the elders den where the snow hadn't managed to fall, Tinylegs let out a breath, watching as it disappeared into the chilly air. A thin sheet of snow covered the camp and as he watched the clan mill about, it was very obvious how much more of a calm and relaxed aura every-cat held now that the Asylum had been vanquished. There were no pelt-covered cats hovering over the RiverClanners, no strange outsiders telling them what they couldn't and couldn't do or where they could and couldn't go... it was almost as if life had gone back to normal. Of course, a mix of emotions about the whole thing were probably still being held onto by a couple of cats here and there, but even so the little legged elder knew that those tyrants leaving was for the best.

Letting out a yawn, Tinylegs stretched out his stubby front legs and shuffled himself downwards. Tucking his paws under his chest so that he represented a little white loaf, the elder closed his eyes in his more comfortable position, soaking in a ray of sunlight that managed to peak through the blanket of clouds above. After all that had happened recently, it dawned on him that he had no idea if Sunflower or Swansong were alright. He'd been praying for their safety every night and knew Swansong could handle herself, though Sunflower was another issue entirely. Maybe he'd go and see if they were alright sometime, now that they didn't have the Asylum cats to keep him stuck in the elders den twenty-four-seven.

How peaceful the clan was now...Shimmerdust was admittedly not used to it. They had spent so much time under the Asylum's rule that they would literally need to take a while to get used to it again. She had opted to not leave for a hunt yet-that was what she often did to get away from camp during Asylum rule, and she wasn't too excited to go back to that.

She stretched her legs and set off at an aimless trot, walking around camp. She hesitated for a moment to see Tinylegs sitting there, then proceeded to sit at a distance beside him. He was the last trace of SkyClan in RiverClan camp, and she had a slight instinctive urge to look out for him.

Hearing pawsteps approaching, Tinylegs opened his eyes to see one of the RiverClan warriors, Shimmerdust, if he was remembering right. He'd been in RiverClan for a good amount of time now, but even so there were so many cats to remember the names of. The little elder tried his best, seeing as though they were his clanmates now, but that didn't mean he didn't get some of them mixed up now and then.

"Good morning," the white tom mewed with a smile, turning his gaze up to the dark-pointed molly. "Shimmerdust, is it?" he asked with a tilt of his head and squinting his blue eyes from the sun that shown down onto the camp. By now, the sun had risen above the cloud cover and the thin sheet of snow seemed to be warming up already, which he was very much thankful for. His old bones weren't fans of all the cold weather and he couldn't wait till Green-leaf, well, assuming he made it that long...