- Feb 23, 2023
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Making a nest is something that Bluepool was highly adept at. Afterall, if you did not have a suitable place to rest your head at night then how would you ever wake up the next day feeling refreshed and ready to tackle anything that could be thrown your way? She had noticed that her own nest was in some desperate need of repairs when she had awoke that morning, and after running the moors with her apprentice as she did every dawn she wasn't on patrol, she set out to fix it. When she was surveying it though, she couldn't help but notice the nest next to hers. Scorchstreak's nest. The black and orange molly was no where in sight, likely out on some tunneler patrol or attending to some duty that she wasn't privy to. It only takes her a moment to decide that she would fix hers up as well.
It is lucky that Bluepool keeps spare wool stashed in a spot only she knows just outside of camp. Trekking all the way to horseplace every time she wanted to retrieve some would have been a massive chore, especially considering how seriously she took the upkeep of her nest. It's not a difficult or even particularly long task of retrieving it, then gathering moss, her caws raking against stone a comforting sound to her. It is even more cathartic to weave all the ingredients together, to focus solely on the task at paw and nothing else.
When its finished, she stands back to look at her work. Two absolutely perfect nests. They're missing something crucial, but with the frost still blanketing their lands there is nothing she can really do.
Suddenly, a shadow passes over her, a familiar smell fills her nose and she doesn't even have to turn to see who it is. She would know that silhouette anywhere. "Hey. I fixed up your nest a little. I hope you don't mind" she also hopes she doesn't mind that she moved the nests ever so slightly closer together.. "When new-leaf comes I was thinking of weaving flowers into them. Blue for mine, red for yours. Or uh... we could do vice versa" and when she says this does she finally look at the she-cat next to her, a playful smile playing on the corners of her lips.
// please wait for @SCORCHSTREAK
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A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.