Nettlepaw
Windclan Apprentice
7/10
A groan escaped her mouth as she took in the smell of the Elder's den. Ew, Old smell. The old smell wasn't a thing, but Nettlepaw complained nonetheless.
Nettlepaw froze in place, glaring at the elders. How am I even supposed to clean this dump? Nettlepaw never had to clean a day in her life. Never mind clean out a whole den. But here she was, stuck in this nasty dump people call the 'Elders den.' Being confined to camp sucked.
Nettlepaw hastily ran around the elder's den, dusting untouched corners and replacing old moss with new moss. It was a tiring and unwanted experience for Nettlepaw. When Nettlepaw was finally finished, she scrambled out of there as fast as possible before some old hag had the time to ask her something.