Hawkmist walked into the warriors den, half satisfied with its new look. He was carrying some pebbles which he placed on a moss bed, claiming it as his.

He always had a strange fascination with pebbles. Reminded him of... of his kithood. A slim memory entered his mind of him and his sisters, collecting pebbles and placing them into their mother’s moss bed. He chuckled to no one in particular, then placed some pebbles around the room. When he had done, the new den was covered in shiny pebbles. If any of the other warriors didn’t like it, he’d just take all the pebbles for himself.

He laid down in his bed, his eyes closing with tiredness, his front right paw grasping at one of the pebbles. He opened his eyes and started to play around with it.

[OPEN]

Hawkmist nodded a little sternly. “Yeah. I thought it might fix the den up.”

He picked up the pebble nearest him and started rolling it around in his black paw. A small smile flickered across his face. Memories.

The tom carefully dropped it down on his moss bed.

[ @Mentallyunstable ]