Post by thrushfang on Feb 22, 2012 15:05:32 GMT -6
Thrushpaw, the light orange tabby apprentice, padded into Darkstar's den. She didn't see the black-furred leader around. That was good; Thrushpaw had heard that the FireClan leader had a horrible temper and a short fuse. Thrushpaw's green gaze darted around the den like a trapped rabbit. Well, time to get to work...
"Darkstar? I'm cleaning your den!" Thrushpaw called softly. She began to change the moss in her leader's nest carefully, making sure that it was dry. She took care to shake out any stones that might be in the moss; the apprentice shivered at the thought of what Darkstar might do if she was careless.
After a while, she had finished cleaning the den and changing the moss. Thrushpaw rolled up the old bedding into a ball and left the den, taking the old moss along.
"Darkstar? I'm cleaning your den!" Thrushpaw called softly. She began to change the moss in her leader's nest carefully, making sure that it was dry. She took care to shake out any stones that might be in the moss; the apprentice shivered at the thought of what Darkstar might do if she was careless.
After a while, she had finished cleaning the den and changing the moss. Thrushpaw rolled up the old bedding into a ball and left the den, taking the old moss along.