- Oct 7, 2024
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Ashenfall gifts him treasures of the nursery. Moss from their shared nest, a few feathers from when leafbare began and Amberhaze had all that... stuff. The many, many things Ferndance managed to dredge up and bring home (he decided to only pick a few trinkets, and leave the rest to whoever wants them.) By the time Promisepaw is able to finally move to the nursery, the young, spindly legged tom is heaving a heavy nest filled with too much that simply cannot be comfortable. But he does so with a lazy grin and half lidded eyes, unbothered to an irritating degree.
He arrives before the apprentice's den, tail waving behind him. "Helloooo...?" He's been warned that the apprentices that linger will likely nudge him to the edges, where it is the coldest - but he won't mind. He's been told that greenleaf comes next, and it'll be hot, so maybe it's for the better that he's a late bloomer in this regard. "Where can I put my stuff?" Asks the tom, swaying on his paws impatiently.
He arrives before the apprentice's den, tail waving behind him. "Helloooo...?" He's been warned that the apprentices that linger will likely nudge him to the edges, where it is the coldest - but he won't mind. He's been told that greenleaf comes next, and it'll be hot, so maybe it's for the better that he's a late bloomer in this regard. "Where can I put my stuff?" Asks the tom, swaying on his paws impatiently.