Favors [Cleaning + Open of course]

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It seemed to her that nobody ever volunteered to clean the warrior's den. It was either the nursery or the elders. It was this aversion that interested her. Was the warrior's den a hotbed for germs perhaps? Did they conduct blood-thirsty rituals and sacrifices behind the close walls? Of course her curiosity had been sparked. Not only that, she wanted to take part. What kinds of stories would it grant her? She'd definitely meet up with a warrior and ask, perhaps even Leopardriddlediddle or the Headless Ghost.

Padding into the den with a roll of moss under her chin, Thymepaw was disappointed by the normalcy of the setting. Even so, she was determined to do her work. "Which of my overlords needs their nests changed?"

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@birdspawn -- SOMEBODY HERE?

I yawned as followed after a female she-cat.  Nah, I wasn;t in for friendship or some sort of bond.  That didn't really erase the fact that I still really needed the sort of relationship though.  The almost elder, Hawkbreeze, probably wouldn't cut it as my only friend, but being a stubborn little kid I didn't want to believe that.  Wow, creepy of me.

I adjusted the roll of moss beneath my neck, trying to hold it so that I was pressing the front of my throat to the back.  I gave a little frown as the she-cat walked in looking about like a doofus.  I shook my head and slipped past her.

"Were you expecting some dead cats to be hung across the walls like decorative lighting?"  I meowed as I dropped my moss off to the side and started digging away the old damp, sleep flattened fronds.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

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Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
ripplepaw words: ehhh open notes: -hungry- by Lulu	▸	Thymepaw turned with a smile as her companion followed her into the den. Unlike her, he seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of exploring the warrior's sleeping place, but perhaps he'd done that as a kit. She'd heard many kits liked to. His name was Ripplepaw, and he certainly didn't seem like the energetic type, but she was determined to change that. At his question she glanced at him, genuine disappointment in her gaze. "Well I was hoping for it," the she-cat sighed, taking another forlorn look at the den before getting to work.  "Hey Blue," she began, choosing his permanent nickname randomly. "We haven't met before have we?"

[Cheetahfur]

"Nope, we're not dead yet." Cheetahfur's mew rang in the almost empty warrior's den.
She chuckled a bit.
"But sometimes I sure feel like I am!"