Silence is Golden, or so it may seem

[Silentpaw]

I padded into the Elders' Den with a couple wads of moss. A large clump in my jaws, and a second pressed against my chest. I dropped them by the entrance before going back and bringing in twoxmore wads of moss. I sighed inwardly, for if I actually did so it would probably go unnoticed. I was cleaning out the bedding for the Elders, as I had promised myself I'd do. I may be mute and unable to communicate properly, or lack of better words, at all, but that doesn't mean I can just sit back and forget my duties. Plus, it had been a while since I had seen the Elders, even though I had not gone in much. The times I had done so, though, I had enjoyed. Perhaps hearing them talk, or tell stories would help make me feel better.

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