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Boy oh boy, she really messed this one up. Raystrike the SunClan Ray had been doing her best to stay under the radar, at least to the standards that she could. She didn't want the new leader to really pick up her doing anything that might convert anyone. Ratstar was chill. Sunstar was not chill. And that was understating things a little bit. Still, she held her daily prayer sessions and all that. But nothing else, until today. SHe had been carrying her new paints back in the camp when she tripped and fell, consequently sending her paints flying. They all quickly absorbed into the earth, but left a nice mush of paint and dirt on top that marked cats' paws as they walked by. And she had to figure out how to clean us this mess. Great.
Tabby marked paws came to a stop right before the mess, and a stern face blinked down at the cat that seemed to be simply staring at the mess in dismay. He blinked and let out a soft low hum before stepping to the side, around the mess and around the splayed out warrior. "You should clean that up." His words could have been carved from the cliff face for all they landed like heavy rocks in the conversation. He shifted on his paws as he measured his tone and realized it fell short of the gentle one he was aiming for. But he didn't quite know how to fix it so stayed silent and simply stood there, a statue.
"No, I would have never thought to do that. Thanks so much for the advice." She never had a light tongue, and frustration never helped. How in StarClan's unholy name could she clean up this mush? There was just too much paint, and it had already seeped in so deep. Though, all she had to do was wait it out, right? She sighed. "Alright Sir Obvious, if you wanna make yourself useful why don't you help cover this up? It can't harm anyone if it's buried."
