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[CHEDDAR !!]

The round orange tabby could be seen tucked away by the wall of ferns that protected the hollow. Their expression was tense, fixated on the materials underneath them and intertwined with their paws. A collection of moss strips and petals had been strewn about in a little circle around the daylight warriors body. Paws worked meticulously in attempts to craft... something. Quite honestly it looked more like a mess strung together than anything recognizable.

If anyone connected the materials together they might figure out he was trying, and horribly failing, at making a little nest for himself. He wasn't used to working his paws this way, trying to finely mend and pull things together, but he would certainly try! Success would arrive with the repeated effort, though he was clinging to salvaging the moss he had gathered. At this point with how many tears and holes he had poked through, it would've been better to get all new moss, but he stubbornly continued trying to force it to work.​

KITTYPET ✦ WHITE SPOTTED ORANGE TABBY ✦ 30 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[sparrowsong!]

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Even now, Sparrowpaw realized that there were still many cats who had returned from the shelter that they had yet to meet. It wasn't on purpose! Between their daily duties and the way some of them came and went with their own, they either simply didn't have the time or they didn't cross paths.

The chocolate tabby was relaxing when they noticed a cat they didn't recognize off to the side of the clearing, head lifting and ears perking. They watched for only a moment, mouth curving into a soft frown and rising to their paws to trot closer. The poor thing looked to be struggling something fierce.

"Are you okay?" they asked softly once they were near, gaze dropping to what... could be a nest? "Do you want any help? Making nests is easy once you get used to it." The apprentice paused. "Oh, I'm- sorry, I'm Sparrowpaw."​

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[TWITCHBOLT]

There was still a hesitation about Twitchbolt as he assimilated back into SkyClan life. The past few mornings he had overslept, embarrassingly; it was difficult to escape the boxed-up mindset that when he slept and awoke was something of little importance. And he was- he was always shaking. Not that he hadn't before, it was ingrained in him in name and identity, but- did it not make him look pathetic? SkyClan's most paper-thin warrior, that would be his reputation. Scarred and shivering from one rough month- oh, he'd strangle the life out of the circumstances if only he could wring his jaws around their nonexistent neck. If he could- could travel back on the planet's axis, find himself, push him out of the way of that damned, wretched box...

Whirlpool of thoughts... again, again, again. It never stopped, did it? Until voices pulled him out of it, of course- two voices, Sparrowpaw and- and Cheddar, that was their name. Another saved from the shelter. And around them, some... encircling of moss, as if they were attempting to summon something- was there a spirit out there that really loved moss? Or- or, were they trying to... to enchant it, or...

"A nest?" Twitchbolt blurted out once Sparrowpaw said it, the realisation smashing into his body like a monster at full speed. He twitched at the notion, pupils blurring between Cheddar and the moss-pile. "You, uh- might need some, some- fresh moss..." This lot was shredded, after all. It was an oddly deja-vu-ish sight.​

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[DUSKPOOL]

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THE LARGE BRUTE WATCHED FROM AFAR, BROW RAISED AT THE MESS Cheddar was making. What in StarClan are they doing?[/i] He wasn’t sure whether he was shredding things in a fit of calm anger or attempting to make something. Whatever it is, won’t be functional.

It was rare to see Duskpool out and about, simply sticking to the shadows of the bramble walls the camp offered before slipping out at dusk. Ironic. He thought with a huff, shaking his helm.

With a flick of his tail, Youkai padded forward, catching sight of Sparrow and Twitch as he drew near. “Looks like a sob fest of a nest if it is one.” He rumbles. He offered Sparrow and Twitch a dip of his head in a wordless greeting, molten copper hues staring down at the mess. “Fresh moss is an understatement.” He snorted.

Youkai shuffled, leaning heavily into his right side, ignoring the way his bones creaked with the notion. “Moss shouldn’t be hard to find.” He rumbled, offering to go grab some without actually announcing it.

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[ThistleBack]

Lingering like a perched crow, Thistleback is licking over his thorny shoulder with steam practically rolling over his back. His patrolling sewn tiredness into his limbs, but he was merely recharging for another when he idly listens to the conversation between a few clanmates. Eyes flicking from the newest recruit as he weaves as though he was a blind legless spider. A soft smirk gracing his lips before he straightens himself up. Duskpool seemed ready to go fetch Cheddar moss, a charitable act in the simple fact that Thistleback was very much a get off your ass and get it yourself type.

" never was too good at meticulous work myself " he offers encouragement with a hint of truth. Deersong had always made their nest, Thistleback was so hard-headed and uncaring he would probably just sleep on the ground and deal with the soreness. " hopefully after a hunt, you may be able to patch holes easier with bird feather " he offers. Watching Sparrowpaw kindly offer their help.

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[CHEDDAR !!]

At Sparrowpaw's arrival, Cheddar's creased concentrated expression would lift into something more cheery as they faced them. They glance between Sparrowpaw and the materials laid about, and nodded their head sheepishly. "I am not...valorous at this. The moss, tis too..." While trying to think of the word to describe its fragility (though really he just didn't know how to be careful), other SkyClanners appeared. He bowed his head to them in a kind greeting.

"'Tis! Or at least, 'tis supposed to beest. I never didst learneth how to maketh bedding liketh this." Through decorative speech she huddled together all the lost moss and sighed. This wasn't even meant for herself, given she retired to her own fluffy nest at home. But being it was a gift she needed it to be perfect. Or at least, as close to perfect as possible.

"A hunt? Oh, aye! Right after I learneth to catcheth mine prey." He was still far too clumsy in his crouch, he had been told. Along with some other colorful descriptions he had forgotten. "I very much shouldst crisp this up. Perhaps we can all wend together, finding moss and crafting a nest?" ​

KITTYPET ✦ WHITE SPOTTED ORANGE TABBY ✦ 30 MOONS ✦ TAGS​