Pastelsea had been passing by, about to see if there was a congregating patrol to slip into or just some good rumors being spun about camp. It was the casual back-and-forth, hum of daily life that kept things steady and normal when - by the very nature of living in the wilderness - there always should have been a looming sense of danger. It was the very irony of life in a clan, normalcy was always a step away from chaotic disaster at the whims of outside forces, the very place they called home constantly threatening to ruin them. And yet, despite that, lives were lived with a sense of nonchalant busyness. It was hard to believe that any cat would choose clan life when looking at the objective, terrifying reality of it, but perhaps the draw of adventure and danger was the catalyst. Then, when the reaction settled, by that point cats were happy to go about the sort of lives that kept up contented work with a home and family to come back to. Either way, these common comings and goings of camp was the way things were, and Pastelsea was certainly not immune to the social and daily structures that guided the tides of clan life. It fact, at the call of Glowstar and the disruption of the usual check-points in her day, Pastelsea jumped a bit, her ears falling a bit flat with concern as if she feared some sort of trouble was coming her way. But, of course, in reality, it was only a mild inconvenience, and the tension in her appearance was noticeably released.

"Oh, of course Glowstar." She answered promptly, before turning her head to see the tom prodding their fresh-kill pile. She watched a moment longer at this rather bizarre display, before turning back to Glowstar in an attempt to renew her optimism. "Uh... I'll do my best to get him acquainted with clan life." She said with slightly awkward hesitance, though still bothered to punctuate her answer with a polite bow.