- Mar 15, 2024
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Quietpaw's favorite pastime is collecting little trinkets for his stash pile located near the apprentice den. It gives him a sense of purpose and is a good distraction when he has no tasks to do. It's not really a nest since he doesn't sleep in it; it's more like a hangout spot for himself to relax. To most cats, it's a shallow hole full of trash, but it means a lot to Quietpaw. The outer layer of it is comprised of dead plants and grass to try and blend into its surroundings. But the inner layer contains Quietpaw's treasures, full of bird feathers, and in the middle are three smooth stones with flowers on top. While birds are not uncommon, getting a good-condition bird feather is.
Luckily for him, some cats had just dropped off a blackbird in the fresh kill pile! Quietpaw is so excited, he could scream. He gave his nest one more quick glance before trotting over to the fresh kill pile. To find that some cat already beat him to it! Quietpaw stares hard at the bird slowly being eaten before creeping over to the other cat, just trying to have lunch.
"Oh, umm..." Quietpaw mumbles, "Do you,, umm,, mind if I ,, the feathers before they break?" He manages to squeak out somewhat of a sentence.
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