ridgeclan ... open

sounds good, get in some brother time<3
do you want me to start or?

im fine with whatever o:

grace ur mother with ur presence
i will do the starting thing ;D

With the sun making an appearance, it had been decided that it was time to get up. He didn't mind, no, he never did. Rather, he welcomed the wake-up call that nature provided, as it prevented him from sleeping the day away. Rising from his nest and stretching, the tom figured he should go out and do something. As of right now, it didn't feel to muggy from what he could tell. Maybe it was to be a good day? A lot could get done on days like this, certainly more than previous since his brother was clan leader now. With his mind turning to the past days' events, Chillberry couldn't help but frown a bit, quickly over-run by the same worry, and almost panic, of the night of the rebellion. All thoughts were quickly dispelled as he left the den, blinking n the morning light.

Bi-colored eyes, moving across the camp, the warrior easily spotted the new leader. A soft smile graced his maw at the sight. Yes, Chickenstar had always been something of a role model for him, despite the fact that they came from the same litter. He just always found a way to get things done, and it was compassionate as ever. The white and tabby warrior easily aspired to be like him - he still did.

Tail tip twitching with a pinch of an idea, Chillberry padded over to Chickenstar. "Is the new den treating you well?" he asked once he was within hearing range.

The warrior couldn't help but mirror the smile on his brother's face. In reality, in the few days after Chickenstar was named as such, he hadn't seen him much. So, right now was rather pleasant, and brought a fresh joy to him. Maybe they'd be able to spend some time together? Yeah, that sounded really nice. It would really help his randomly spiking nerves, as well.

With this thought in mind, the purr that came from Chickenstar warmed him that much more. So, as the other tom answered, he couldn't help that slight frown that took the place of his smile. "I can see how it'd be odd," he murmured, flicking an ear in understanding. "I must admit, it's kind of weird not having you in the same den I'm in." It was. It truly was. The night of the rebellion, once everything was said and done, he hadn't known what to do with himself. His brother was no longer in the warrior's den with him, and his brain wouldn't let him sleep anyhow. But, this wasn't to be the focus. Not right now. And yet, it was, seeing as the conversation quickly turned to Walnutstar. "I get it..." he paused, panic making a quick show in his gaze, but it was gone just as soon as it was there. "It might take a while, but it'll smell like you soon enough. Despite how much time Walnutpelt spent in there, it can't smell like him forever."

With all this talk of the tom, it brought a recent event to mind. "I saw Stoneheart leaving camp with him. She made it back, right?"

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These last few nights had been so weird for Chickenstar. He was okay with leader, that initial shock had passed him by now, but it was something else that he just could not get over. It was the fact that he was so used to his nest being right beside Chillberry's that kept him up. Not feeling his brother against him, not hearing the snoring of other warriors around him, kept him up at night. Slowly the bi-colored tom was getting used to the silence and absence of others, but it was hard. Adjusting to a new den where he was the only cat inside was just so strange. Chickenstar just knew he would have to be patient to get used to it.

The new leader nodded at his brother's words. "It's very odd, but I can adjust soon enough. Not having you in a den with me is so weird, though." That was going to be the hardest part of adjusting to this new den, this new position. Ever since they had been born the two toms had shared a den or even a nest at times. No matter what they had been there for one another even if they were supposed to be asleep. Now it just felt so strange not having that close connection with his brother while trying to sleep. Hearing the silence of a den was just odd. "Maybe you can come stay with me at times. I wouldn't mind it, and having another cat in there would certainly be nice." Chickenstar smiled warmly at his brother as the words rolled off his tongue. Surely Chillberry would take this offer into mind. 

Chillberry was right. Eventually the den would no longer smell of Walnutpelt and it would smell like Chickenstar himself. Then, when he was gone, the leader after him would smell Chickenstar for a while... It was just a repetitive cycle that happened to every leader, but Chickenstar still found it odd to go into his den at the end of the day and catch a whiff of Walnutpelt. It made his skin crawl at times. "You're right," he mewed softly. Yeah, Chillberry was absolutely right. And even though he was right, and Chickenstar saw mostly just that, he had also noticed the faint panic that flashed in his brother's bi-colored eyes. The black and white tom brought his skinny tail up and placed it over his brother's shoulders in a silent gesture of comfort.

Still on the topic of Walnutpelt, Chickenstar shouldn't have been surprised that such a question would be asked. Thinking of Stoneheart he nodded slowly, jaw tightening. Not all that long ago he had been summoned by the young she-cat so she could tell him what all had happened when Walnutpelt was being brought out of camp to start his exile. Stoneheart had done the right thing, but Chickenstar still felt a bit bad about what the tom's exile had led to. Once again the leader nodded. "Yes. I gave her a few days off of warriors duties, though. She had some pretty nasty wounds from the battle, but she should be fine otherwise." And whether or not the she-cat had listened to him taking her off of warrior duties for a bit was a question he couldn't answer himself.

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Chillberry would have to slowly get used to the fact that his brother would no longer be at his side. It was kind of a hard concept, knowing he wouldn't feel the others pelt at night like he had for... well, his entire life. They'd always slept beside each other, if not practically on top of each other. Though, he could only wonder how hard Chickenstar had it. He was sleeping alone. He just went from sleeping with a decent amount of the clan's population to sleeping in a den by himself. Surely that had to be harder. It was a sudden change in scenery, and there would be no noise save for his own breathing.... The white and tabby tom couldn't quite wrap his head around such an idea, considering the fact that he'd never slept on his own. He didn't plan on it, either.

So, when the bicolor tom before him responded, he gave a slow nod. "I guess we'll get used to it but..." He trailed off, trying to figure out where he'd even been going with the statement. "I guess it'll always be kind of weird." Was that where the sentence had been going? Maybe, it was the first complete thought after he just dropped off. Alright, it was probably what he'd been initially thinking. Even if it wasn't, it was how he felt. Would they get used to it? Yeah, sure, but that didn't mean it would just be entirely okay. At least, not for the runt of the litter. No, the heterochromatic tom didn't think he'd ever get over not having his brother besides him while he slept. But he was grown, and maybe it truly was time to let go of Chickenstar. Not that he wasn't to. Then there was an offer, and Chillberry's ears perked up. "Really? That would be fantastic!"

As the conversation slowly turned back to Walnutpelt, the warrior wasn't entirely sure how to feel. Yes, he was gone, hopefully for good, and the clan had a new leader as well a deputy. Ceremonies had finally gone through and everything was slowly returning to how it was supposed to be. That was good, right? So why did he still feel a bit out of place? With Chickenstar's next response, Chillberry grinned a little. Then there was a tail on his shoulders and he calmed down a little, wondering if his moment of panic had been uncalled for. It probably was, seeing as there was no longer a threat...

Instead of continuing to think about it, the white and tabby tom watched as his brother's jaw tightened a bit. Maybe... Maybe he shouldn't have asked? Maybe something had gone wrong and... No. No, now wasn't the time to think about that. A string of words broke his thoughts into meaningless shards, and the warrior turned his attention back to the conversation. He took a moment to process everything before nodding. "That's... good, I think. That she made it back, I mean. Not that she got injured in a battle, that's obviously not good..." There wasn't really a reason why he was explaining himself. He was sure that Chickenstar knew what he'd meant.

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