Post by Scarpelt on Jun 13, 2012 18:37:50 GMT -6
Scarpaw stumbled into the elder's den. Although most apprentices hating doing the chores for the elders, Scarpaw sorta enjoyed them. Sure handling mouse bile was a pain in the tail but the elders den was quiet and comforting. Being raised in Fireclan she knew her fair share of fights. The drama in Fireclan was crazy. That's why she loved elders so much. They were simple and kind. Drama was on a low with elders.
So instead of moaning Scarpaw was happy to change their bedding and check for tics. Grabbing a wad of bedding she tossed the old bed away and replaced it with clean fresh moss. To keep the elder happy she also added a feather to it.
"Do I need to check you for tics," Scarpaw called into the den while grabbing some mouse bile.
So instead of moaning Scarpaw was happy to change their bedding and check for tics. Grabbing a wad of bedding she tossed the old bed away and replaced it with clean fresh moss. To keep the elder happy she also added a feather to it.
"Do I need to check you for tics," Scarpaw called into the den while grabbing some mouse bile.
