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Soft tufts of fur were deftly picked through by white paws, poised fangs, and sorted carefully from the tangled mass that was Dog's nest. It was his usual routine to remove the clumps of fur that had snagged on small sticks and nettles during his wild sleep. They hadn't quite mastered the art of nest-making yet, but he believed it was achievable with patience. Rotating the nest by gently swatting it, Dog triple-checked all parts of his bed and felt triumphant not to find any more clumps. Twisting around, he batted the puffballs toward himself and pushed them together, forming one massive furball. A smirk crept onto his crooked face before he bent down to pick it up, being careful not to get too much in his mouth. Tilting his tattered ears around, he was relieved to note that no one was awake yet to witness his peculiar routine. It was a strange habit he had picked up from his mother as a kit and never really outgrew.
Wandering out of the warrior's den, Dog hastened toward the bramble exit, pushing a way through its thickets, and smoothly rounding the corner outside of camp. Slowing to a comfortable stroll, they eagerly absorbed the welcoming sounds of bugs and prey, even though the usual vibrancy of the new leaf had faded, giving way to the approach of leaf-fall. When all creatures rushed to fatten up before the harshness of leaf-bare. The best time to hunt. He thought brazenly, never have experienced leaf-bare in the clan territories. From his own experience, it was pretty brutal, but thankfully, many two-legs took pity during the colder months and provided handmade shelter and food.
Still, nothing beat the memories softened with time about his little old two-leg that his family briefly lived with. Her raspy voice and playful chortles that once echoed off the pale, tree-scented walls. He didn't think of her often, but it was only natural for a tradition the old two-leg created to conjure up memories of the past. Finally, he found himself deep within the nettled thickets of Skyclan's territory, frame haloed by tree litter and bare branches, as he placed the ball of fluff on the ground and silently stepped away.
Their favorite part was fixing to begin, as long as he remained perfectly still and quiet. Patience rewarded him with the familiar flapping of wings and soft pecking. Suppressing predatory instincts, his single eye savored the sight of two little birds sorting through the clumps and selecting what they deemed the best pieces of Dog's fur. Their earlier grin returned, and a forgotten comfort enveloped the bedraggled feline. Hope you're enjoying this too, Mom. It was a bittersweet sentiment that was too genuine for him to utter aloud, but it nestled comfortably between his ears. Holding back a wishful sigh, the ex-loner allowed himself one more ruminating message to skitter over him. I still miss you both, terribly.
Something suddenly shattered the peace as he caught a whiff of an intruding presence. Embarrassed to have his vulnerability exposed they whipped around with a fluffed coat. Peering into the thicket of bushes and trees behind to identify the approaching figure.
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@Mottledove. Thank you for your patience. <3
TLDR; He's letting birdies take his fur for nesting and is embarrassed your oc found him out.
Wandering out of the warrior's den, Dog hastened toward the bramble exit, pushing a way through its thickets, and smoothly rounding the corner outside of camp. Slowing to a comfortable stroll, they eagerly absorbed the welcoming sounds of bugs and prey, even though the usual vibrancy of the new leaf had faded, giving way to the approach of leaf-fall. When all creatures rushed to fatten up before the harshness of leaf-bare. The best time to hunt. He thought brazenly, never have experienced leaf-bare in the clan territories. From his own experience, it was pretty brutal, but thankfully, many two-legs took pity during the colder months and provided handmade shelter and food.
Still, nothing beat the memories softened with time about his little old two-leg that his family briefly lived with. Her raspy voice and playful chortles that once echoed off the pale, tree-scented walls. He didn't think of her often, but it was only natural for a tradition the old two-leg created to conjure up memories of the past. Finally, he found himself deep within the nettled thickets of Skyclan's territory, frame haloed by tree litter and bare branches, as he placed the ball of fluff on the ground and silently stepped away.
Their favorite part was fixing to begin, as long as he remained perfectly still and quiet. Patience rewarded him with the familiar flapping of wings and soft pecking. Suppressing predatory instincts, his single eye savored the sight of two little birds sorting through the clumps and selecting what they deemed the best pieces of Dog's fur. Their earlier grin returned, and a forgotten comfort enveloped the bedraggled feline. Hope you're enjoying this too, Mom. It was a bittersweet sentiment that was too genuine for him to utter aloud, but it nestled comfortably between his ears. Holding back a wishful sigh, the ex-loner allowed himself one more ruminating message to skitter over him. I still miss you both, terribly.
Something suddenly shattered the peace as he caught a whiff of an intruding presence. Embarrassed to have his vulnerability exposed they whipped around with a fluffed coat. Peering into the thicket of bushes and trees behind to identify the approaching figure.
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@Mottledove. Thank you for your patience. <3
TLDR; He's letting birdies take his fur for nesting and is embarrassed your oc found him out.
