Post by Fallensnow on Mar 7, 2016 10:42:58 GMT -6
Fallenpaw's belly growled as she passed the fresh-kill pile, but she pressed on, her jaws stuffed with moss and a few feathers. She entered the elders' den, dropping it in a clean spot and moving to clean up the nests. She removed one long thorn with her teeth, making a mental note to put it somewhere so cat would stumble upon it later, and evenly distributed the moss and feathers throughout the nests. This wasn't difficult, as FireClan wasn't exactly plentiful with elders.
Once the den looked satisfactorily clean--it hadn't taken long, another apprentice had been here not too long ago--she grabbed the thorn and a spiky plant she'd also found, disposed of them, and doubled back to grab a couple pieces of freshkill for the elders already in the den.
Once the den looked satisfactorily clean--it hadn't taken long, another apprentice had been here not too long ago--she grabbed the thorn and a spiky plant she'd also found, disposed of them, and doubled back to grab a couple pieces of freshkill for the elders already in the den.
