Post by Falconpaw on Mar 20, 2017 2:21:12 GMT -6
(@shiningmoon )
Falconpaw trudged into the apprentice's den with the mouthful of moss. He supposed that he'd have to clean a den at some point during his training, and he didn't want to get stuck cleaning up after any stinky kits or elders. Besides, he wasn't too sure when his den had last been cleaned; it smelt as if it had been awhile. Sighing, the dusky tabby set the pile of clean moss down and got to work.
