[elaif]

v-Cracklekit-v
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|Beefed Up Tier 1: Inactive | Just A Scratch |
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Time for a clean up.
Brushing into the den, Cracklekit shuffled forward and looked the den up and down. This place was disgusting... It smelled bad, it looked bad, and it was just bleghh- but there was a hidden blessing within this smelly den, and it was that there was hardly any elders. Why? Well, simply because they probably died. It wasn't that hard to figure it out, they were called elders for a reason. Speaking of which he hated the idea of getting old.. The thought of having deteriorating joints and a crusty old pelt was absolutely DISGUSTING. NO, NUH UH.
He would rather die than let that happen! Anyway, back to business.

Letting the thoughts fall from mind, he pushed his pile of fresh moss into the den and set to work. First scraping up the old smelly nests, he put those off to the side and started picking up unneeded debris. Once the little twigs and leaves were gone, he added those to the pile of filthy bedding and moved to the walls. Tucking any stray brambles that stuck out from the wall back into place, Cracklekit continued to prod and pat anything out of order. Falling back, he gave a satisfied nod at his work and began to set up the nest. Using the fresh moss he had found growing around camp, he laid it out and tried his very best to make a suitable sleeping lump. This was the hardest part of cleaning a den. He could never properly make a nest no matter how hard he tried. Which was frustrating, but who cared in the end? Groaning slightly, he stepped back and glimpsed the questionable looking beds. They weren't pretty... But they were comfy enough, and that's what mattered.

Finally done, he hauled all the garbage out of the den and took his leave.
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