- Dec 17, 2023
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Shadekit loved Ferndance's nest in the nursery. It was a cozy place, moss flattened down by the warm bodies that huddled up within it, but it also had so many fun things in it. To some, it may have looked overcrowded or messy. To Shadekit, it was a treasure trove of toys and textures. She had smushed her face into the softness of feathers, teethed on the trinkets that lurked at the edges, and the pebbles that lined it were her first faux-prey. The rest of the nursery wasn't as well-populated or well-decorated, but that was okay, because Ferndance's spilled over into a lot of it.
While playing with Bloodkit in the camp, she ended up poking her dark-striped head into the apprentices' and warriors' dens. They were made up of moss and feathers, maybe some special stones, but they were to Ferndance's nest as a plot of plain dirt was to a pine-strewn, marshy, frog-laden patch of land.
Shadekit couldn't really remember whether helping their clanmates out with their nests was her idea or Bloodkit's, though judging from the benevolent nature of it, it was probably Bloodkit's. The sun was high. It was the perfect time to train and hunt before nightfall dug its cold, greedy teeth into the territory. Other than the occasional deep-asleep figure, the dens were empty. No one seemed to notice as Shadekit and Bloodkit collected things to spruce up the spaces, Shadekit giggling with delight all the while. Pine needles. Pebbles. Feathers found scattered around the freshkill pile. Some lichen tugged off the Clanrock. Then bigger rocks, rolled over. Then sticks, some perhaps accidentally picked up near the thorny bramble bushes, but they were pretty, weren't they? The apprentices' den was hit first, two nests chosen at random to be decorated (they couldn't do all of them, sadly) and then the warriors'. One nest done there... so far.
Shadekit sat down to take a break near the nursery, extending their hind leg out to groom a dirt-brushed paw. "Should we look for more rocks for the next one?" They asked Bloodkit, oblivious to the fact that it was probably time for some patrols to be returning to camp.
[ please wait for @BLOODKIT to respond! the nests that have been decorated are those of @FLINTPAW. @Snowpaw. and @Scorchedmoon ! ]
While playing with Bloodkit in the camp, she ended up poking her dark-striped head into the apprentices' and warriors' dens. They were made up of moss and feathers, maybe some special stones, but they were to Ferndance's nest as a plot of plain dirt was to a pine-strewn, marshy, frog-laden patch of land.
Shadekit couldn't really remember whether helping their clanmates out with their nests was her idea or Bloodkit's, though judging from the benevolent nature of it, it was probably Bloodkit's. The sun was high. It was the perfect time to train and hunt before nightfall dug its cold, greedy teeth into the territory. Other than the occasional deep-asleep figure, the dens were empty. No one seemed to notice as Shadekit and Bloodkit collected things to spruce up the spaces, Shadekit giggling with delight all the while. Pine needles. Pebbles. Feathers found scattered around the freshkill pile. Some lichen tugged off the Clanrock. Then bigger rocks, rolled over. Then sticks, some perhaps accidentally picked up near the thorny bramble bushes, but they were pretty, weren't they? The apprentices' den was hit first, two nests chosen at random to be decorated (they couldn't do all of them, sadly) and then the warriors'. One nest done there... so far.
Shadekit sat down to take a break near the nursery, extending their hind leg out to groom a dirt-brushed paw. "Should we look for more rocks for the next one?" They asked Bloodkit, oblivious to the fact that it was probably time for some patrols to be returning to camp.
[ please wait for @BLOODKIT to respond! the nests that have been decorated are those of @FLINTPAW. @Snowpaw. and @Scorchedmoon ! ]