A little bit of Vibe time

Sprucebark hummed a little to himself. He was done with his tasks for the day. He mentally went through his checklist criss-crossing items off the list left and right!

Oh, what a great day! he hymn hummed to himself smiling all happy.


Usually, he would be devastated that the clan had to leave its tradtions and home behind. Usually, the mr. rules and formal tom of a warrior would have bawled his heart out at the lost moonstone and lost river that was once their home.


But, it is not every moon that your crush likes you back. Scorchlight and him were together now! And it made any bad thing seem like nothing at all in comparison.


The happy warrior even had pep in his step when going around camp. He was for the most part still well from the icky sicky stuff that was going around but figured he should check on everyone else.


A young kit he spotted from a ways away and he went over to them wanting to meet and interact with the younger ones of the clan to get to know the future warriors. He had admitedly not gotten to know as many apprentices as he had liked and soon the warrior den was filled with people he hardly knew which was not waht he wanted going forward anymore.


Settling in near the kit he waved a friendly tail in greetings. "good day to you littlekit" he meowed formally but also very clearly happy to

A tiny pebble shot through the frozen earth, it's rounded, jutting edge sticking up just above the dirt. Littlekit had found it while exploring the camp. His eyes had focused in on it quickly for a few reasons. The first being the possibility that he could collect it as another treasure. The second, that perhaps a clanmate would trip over it or hurt their pad. It was his duty to help make sure their camp was clean and free of hazards. It was a self-assigned duty, of course, but one that kept his paws busy. Although he was right around six moons, the kit had yet to be named a warrior apprentice. With each passing day his patience stretched further. He was upset by any means, Poppyshine had promised to name him one in time, but he felt utterly useless stuck in camp.

A soft sigh left the sides of his maw. Claws unsheathed, he'd set to work digging out the small shard of stone. Every so often he would breath on the earth to help soften it. Thankfully, it seemed this system was working. Pride at successfully accomplishing the minute task caused his pelt to feel a tad warmer. Littlekit had done something that would hopefully make life for the clan a tad better and that was all that mattered to him. His once focused expression transformed into a pleasant smile as he unearthed the stone. It was then a voice caused his gaze to shoot upwards.

"Sprucebark!" He chirped in response. The warrior seemed particularly happy, which was always a refreshing change from the gloom that had settled over Riverclan. Something good must be in the air today. Littlekit tipped his head curiously, "Did someone take your spot in a patrol?" While the question could have come across as teasing, he was geunine in asking. Going out of camp seemed like such fun, but with the cold and illness thick in the air, most cats found it a joyous relief to return to their dens.

Sprucebark was one of the most organized warriors ever. He not only knew his own patrol schedule but just about every other clanmates schedule too. His nest was always tidy made each morning and he was always well groomed and his pelt well kept.

A very proper fellow with very high standard of how to follow the polite things in life and such. The code was very important to him as most everyone in the clan knew.

"I do not have patrol today" he replied with a little purr.

"no today's is Smokegrass and Highpuff's patrol day" he meowed tapping his paw to the ground gently as he thought about it.

The formal tom glanced at the kit a bit thinking, "Hmm... we umm should get you outfitted I think! You need a fancy pelt that you can wear to be extra proper when you get your ceremony date" he decided with a nod.

He wondered if littlekit would agree with this idea.

But he gave an inviting wave of his tail for the kit to follow him. He led the kitten to his private collection of pelts he had stored in his neat and tidy little area. Even living in a dirt and earthy camp how he managed to keep his little section of the warrior den this clean was a mystery, all the same, it was very tidy indeed.

"When you grow you will have to learn all the formal things, is very nice" he meowed almost half to himself as he looked at his different pelts,

"hmm hmm this might be the perfect size?" he held up a weasels pelt to the kit...

Well... 'perfect size' might be a bit far fetched as when the warrior draped it over the kit it nearly 'drowned' the kitten in the fluff.

"ahh, you will grow in to it no doubt at all!" he purred taking a half step back to examine.

He gathered some of the loose ends of the pelt and got them aranged nicely and very carefully got the pelt to be in a very formal looking fancy suite for his little clanmate buddy.

"you look dashing!" he purred with a nod,

"what do you think?" he asked with a tilt of his head,

if littlekit did not like it, he would't ever make him wear it but it was just meant to be something they could do together.