Post by Flickerpaw on Feb 18, 2013 15:38:16 GMT -6
Flickerpaw padded into the den, ready to clean. She had gotten a good night's rest and the energy inside her demanded something to do. SHe began pulling out old nests and tossing them into the nearby brook, to empty into the MossPlace. Her neck ached as she moved along, replacing each nest with a new feather lined one.