Post by Adderstone on Jul 24, 2013 18:55:42 GMT -6
Adderpaw stalked into the elders' den, smelling the scent of mouse bile and other things he could relate to elders. Searching around, Adderpaw found a couple of nests with old or stale moss. As quickly as he could, he strode forward, cleaned the old nests, and replaced the bedding. "Any cat need anything else?" he called, though he doubted any cat heard him, so he turned and left, heading to throw away the old moss.
