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Beekit dragged himself with no hesitation into the serenity of the ordered nursery, peering in quietly and letting a smile grow on his small and weak face. He dived into the moss, happily and excitedly gazing around the somewhat crowded den. It was beautiful and neatly made; in all honestly, Beekit had fallen in love with the small, comfortable room. It was safe and tightly packed at a comfortable temperature, the sunlight that filtered in through even the smallest spaces dappling the mossy beds in bright, warm pools to bask in to heat one's pelt on even the hottest of greenleaf days at a perfect feel.