- May 5, 2023
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New name, new nest, one might say . . . or so Doeblaze thinks as she begrudgingly drags her rather busted - up old nest out of the warriors' den, memories piled carefully in its hard - beaten center. Rarely is she given over to such sentiments . . . and equally scarce are her half - hearted attempts at remaking the stars - damned thing. Without Yukio to draw her into making piles of color - blushed wildflower crowns, nor the spare hours to do so, her weaving skills have deteriorated such that her nests often end up as barely workable piles of moss rather than comfortable beds. What does it matter, really? The important thing is that she has a thing to sleep on, its comfortability not withstanding.
All the while, she's conscious of a little shadow at the edge of her vision . . . newly named @Teeveepaw. trails her silently in and out of the den as she moves the falling - apart nest out and begins a hurried attempt at forcing her gathered moss to coalesce into a new one. The nest taking shape is painfully slapdash, the warrior hurriedly mounding moss on a hastily woven frame . . . she really doesn't care how comfortable it is, the important thing is finishing the damned thing so she can take out Cloudypaw for a lesson.
She'd given the poor soul the morning to sleep in after their paw - bruising territory tour the preceding day, and as soon as her nest is finished, she plans to head over to the apprentices' den and rouse him for a climbing lesson. The earlier they started the better . . . hopefully, Cloudypaw'd be flying through the trees alongside her in a smattering of moons. It's difficult to ignore Teeveepaw as she starts tucking trinkets into her new nest's patchy surface with much more care than she'd shown constructing it . . . each dried flower has its place along with a small stone and a fur - crowned scrap of moss, all placed carefully so she wouldn't crush fragile petals in her sleep.
" Hello, Teeveepaw, " she finally greets, eye still trained on the shoddy nest as she pushes the stem of a sun - dried rose into its edge. If the apprentice's looking to learn anything from watching her nestmaking, they might want to go elsewhere . . . Straightening up with a soft sigh of an exhale, she blinks in what she prays is a friendly manner ( hard to judge with only one eye ) at Teeveepaw, mrrowing with a low note of amusement, " If you're looking for a nest - weaving lesson, I'd go elsewhere . . . "
All the while, she's conscious of a little shadow at the edge of her vision . . . newly named @Teeveepaw. trails her silently in and out of the den as she moves the falling - apart nest out and begins a hurried attempt at forcing her gathered moss to coalesce into a new one. The nest taking shape is painfully slapdash, the warrior hurriedly mounding moss on a hastily woven frame . . . she really doesn't care how comfortable it is, the important thing is finishing the damned thing so she can take out Cloudypaw for a lesson.
She'd given the poor soul the morning to sleep in after their paw - bruising territory tour the preceding day, and as soon as her nest is finished, she plans to head over to the apprentices' den and rouse him for a climbing lesson. The earlier they started the better . . . hopefully, Cloudypaw'd be flying through the trees alongside her in a smattering of moons. It's difficult to ignore Teeveepaw as she starts tucking trinkets into her new nest's patchy surface with much more care than she'd shown constructing it . . . each dried flower has its place along with a small stone and a fur - crowned scrap of moss, all placed carefully so she wouldn't crush fragile petals in her sleep.
" Hello, Teeveepaw, " she finally greets, eye still trained on the shoddy nest as she pushes the stem of a sun - dried rose into its edge. If the apprentice's looking to learn anything from watching her nestmaking, they might want to go elsewhere . . . Straightening up with a soft sigh of an exhale, she blinks in what she prays is a friendly manner ( hard to judge with only one eye ) at Teeveepaw, mrrowing with a low note of amusement, " If you're looking for a nest - weaving lesson, I'd go elsewhere . . . "
