- Nov 8, 2022
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———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————
【◈】He had finished what he was supposed to be doing. No, really! Well, mostly.
Coalfoot had been given a rather relaxing task today. While most might grumble to themselves or grimace, he hadn't minded in the slightest. Mindless chores had never particularly bothered him in that way. At least, not the non-gross ones. So when he was asked to go around camp to clean up and reinforce the nursey and elder dens, he had nodded and hopped right to it.
That was exactly what he'd done. Weaving and fortifying and cleaning up debris, until he was thoroughly satisfied with his work and left with a small pile of dead grass and sticks that he needed to dispose of. While he did still fully intend to finish up the job, Coalfoot may have gotten... just a bit distracted.
It was here now that the marbled tom sat, humming peacefully to himself as he fiddled with the scraps near the edge of camp, shifting them this way and that as they slowly stacked and wound around each other to form... something? The larger sticks leaned against each other to form a foundation, while some twigs stuck up straight in the sand, others pinched between sticks and grasses to jut out oddly. Although some of the dead foliage had broken and were set aside sadly, the ones that maintained flexibility were being weaved around the whole thing like a ribbon on a gift. Well, at least it was unique.
Coalfoot had been given a rather relaxing task today. While most might grumble to themselves or grimace, he hadn't minded in the slightest. Mindless chores had never particularly bothered him in that way. At least, not the non-gross ones. So when he was asked to go around camp to clean up and reinforce the nursey and elder dens, he had nodded and hopped right to it.
That was exactly what he'd done. Weaving and fortifying and cleaning up debris, until he was thoroughly satisfied with his work and left with a small pile of dead grass and sticks that he needed to dispose of. While he did still fully intend to finish up the job, Coalfoot may have gotten... just a bit distracted.
It was here now that the marbled tom sat, humming peacefully to himself as he fiddled with the scraps near the edge of camp, shifting them this way and that as they slowly stacked and wound around each other to form... something? The larger sticks leaned against each other to form a foundation, while some twigs stuck up straight in the sand, others pinched between sticks and grasses to jut out oddly. Although some of the dead foliage had broken and were set aside sadly, the ones that maintained flexibility were being weaved around the whole thing like a ribbon on a gift. Well, at least it was unique.
[penned by its_oliverr].