Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 12:28:03 GMT -6
Frostpaw padded into the elder's den with a wad of moss in her jaws and holding some feathers in between her chin and chest. She awkwardly set down the bundles and got to work. She looked at the nests and decided which ones needed more fixing up than others, then started picking the stinky moss out of the nests, setting it aside to take out later. Frostpaw wove the fresh moss and feathers into the nests and looked down proudly at her work. She made sure no pointy ends of the feathers were sticking out, and checked for thorns one last time before picking up the dirty bedding and leaving the den.