Post by Echoflight on Oct 17, 2013 15:39:50 GMT -6
Echopaw trotted into the elder's den. Mistyspark had told her to get a friend to help, but she couldn't find anyone. Oh, well. She dropped the mouse she'd caught by the mouth of the den and left to get fresh moss, returning shortly. She pulled the old, foul-smelling moss out of the nests and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh." She carefully lined the nests with new moss, some bracken, and a couple feathers she'd found earlier. Glancing around and seeing no one, she turned awkwardly to leave.
