Post by Ivypaw on Oct 23, 2015 0:29:24 GMT -6
I let out an annoyed growl as I tugged pieces of moss from my fur, grumbling about having to clean the messy apprentices' den myself sometime soon. I let my hooded gaze fall on the freshkill pile, almost heading towards it with finality in my steps, but I nstead turned towards the camp's exit. I'd have to ear my share, although I was generally hoping to not have to do it alone.
