Statichaze pads through SkyClan's territory, the chilly air nipping at her fur as she surveys her surroundings for anything that might help insulate the nests back in camp. Leaf-fall has settled in, and the threat of harsher weather lingers with each passing day. It has become part of her routine the last few days, seeking out materials that can keep her Clanmates warm, especially the kits and elders who are most vulnerable to the dropping temperatures. Her breath comes out in small puffs as she moves, ears twitching to catch any sounds that might signal something interesting. The forest floor is littered with crunchy leaves, but she's not looking for those—they crumble too easily to be much help against the cold. Instead, she's searching for softer materials, anything that will retain warmth in the dens as the winds pick up and grow sharper. Statichaze's mind wanders to the nests in the nursery. She envisions adding layers to the bedding, securing comfort and warmth around the kits nestled inside. As a queen herself, she's always felt a fierce responsibility to ensure every cat in her care is safe and comfortable.
After a while, she catches sight of a cluster of bushes near the base of an old tree, branches low and covered in what looks like a flurry of feathers. Intrigued, she makes her way over, carefully sniffing at the ground. She realizes she's stumbled upon an old bird nest, likely abandoned as the cold season approaches. Feathers are scattered all around, some caught in the twigs, others littered on the forest floor. Statichaze's whiskers twitch with excitement as she realizes the feathers could be exactly what she's been searching for. Soft, lightweight, and perfect for trapping warmth. Statichaze begins to gather the feathers in her mouth, gently tugging them free from the tangles of twigs. Some are delicate and fluffy, while others are sturdier, perhaps from the bird's wings. She works meticulously, inspecting each feather before adding it to her growing bundle. In between pulling feathers free, she glances around, always on guard for signs of trouble—whether it's a predator or simply a curious Clanmate wondering what she's up to.
When she feels she has collected enough, Statichaze carefully arranges the feathers to keep them from blowing away. As she lifts her head, she imagines the relief the Clan will feel with warmer nests to shelter them. The nursery and elder's den come to mind first, but she thinks she might have enough to share a few with the apprentices as well, a small gesture to help keep them cozy as they rest.
[ rolled a 12 ]
After a while, she catches sight of a cluster of bushes near the base of an old tree, branches low and covered in what looks like a flurry of feathers. Intrigued, she makes her way over, carefully sniffing at the ground. She realizes she's stumbled upon an old bird nest, likely abandoned as the cold season approaches. Feathers are scattered all around, some caught in the twigs, others littered on the forest floor. Statichaze's whiskers twitch with excitement as she realizes the feathers could be exactly what she's been searching for. Soft, lightweight, and perfect for trapping warmth. Statichaze begins to gather the feathers in her mouth, gently tugging them free from the tangles of twigs. Some are delicate and fluffy, while others are sturdier, perhaps from the bird's wings. She works meticulously, inspecting each feather before adding it to her growing bundle. In between pulling feathers free, she glances around, always on guard for signs of trouble—whether it's a predator or simply a curious Clanmate wondering what she's up to.
When she feels she has collected enough, Statichaze carefully arranges the feathers to keep them from blowing away. As she lifts her head, she imagines the relief the Clan will feel with warmer nests to shelter them. The nursery and elder's den come to mind first, but she thinks she might have enough to share a few with the apprentices as well, a small gesture to help keep them cozy as they rest.
[ rolled a 12 ]
