Goldenpaw | he/him | open

The apprentice, limbs still sore from the constant activity, huffed as he dragged a rather large ball of moss into the newly constructed den. He needed a new nest, and this was probably the best time to make one. His fatigue was good motivation, giving him even more of a reason to make one himself. It would be a rushed job, sure, but nothing he couldn't fix later.

He finished rather quickly, patting down the moss in places while fluffing it up in others, and by the time he finished he still had a good amount of moss left over. He absentmindedly tossed it to the side for someone else to use before sitting down in his new nest, beginning to groom the dust and dirt out of his fur.

Goldenpaw | he/him | @Lillian

It was the middle of the night, and seeminly every apprentice was already asleep. Except for goldenpaw, of course. He was still wide awake, and apprently he would he doomed tonstay that way for a while. He couldnt leave camp without Flameheart somehow catching him (no he had no moved on yet), so all he could do way just lay in his nest. He sighed lightly, rolling onto his side and coincidentally facing directly towards Hazelpaws nest. Was she still awake? "Hazelpaw" he whispered, "you up?"

Wildkit was inside the back of the apprentices hiding right behind some bedding He had made himself at home here, despite being a kit. The queens were complaining he was way to big to be playing in the nursery, so he decided t just stay away from the den. The eight moon old kit laid on the bare ground passed out sleeping. His paws twitched and so did his whiskers. After a while Wildkit would begin to move his legs as if he was running. He was dreaming of being out in the forest a mouse in his jaws as he moved back to camp. If only this was reality. He was really behind and he was tired of being a kit. He was an overgrown baby who should of flew from the nest. Instead he was stuck as a stupid kit.

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