- Mar 28, 2024
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༄ The morning was light and crisp, though a warm breeze wafted through the air of ThunderClan's woodland territory, bringing about the first inklings of Newleaf. It was typical of Crescentpaw to rise early, enjoying her quiet mornings of solitude before the rest of her den-mates woke in a buzz of energy and life. As the chimera molly rolled around in her nest, fluffing up her long and soft coat, she could hear Flamewhisker's detests of dirty nests within the Nursery, peeking Crescentpaw's interest. She rose to her large paws, pale eyes shining in the darkness, as she made her way out the den and towards the Nursery. "I can help clean up the nests for you, Flamewhisker," she said in monotone, though she flashed the Queens a small smile before turning to leave the den and gathering some fresh moss. @Meadowkit
