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Originally Posted by blue jellie
Snowpaw was the first to respond to everything as usual, the perky little feline. She purred a little at the fluffball comment;
she, too, could remember how she used to- literally- roll around on the ground of the camp. "Moss?" Her white tail-tip twitched slightly,
her eyes shining as though proud to be given such a job. "Why, of course I can do that for you, Pinebark!" The she-cat strutted over to the den entrance, before pausing, her ears erect and pointed once more. "We should clean out your old moss first though," she decided, and got to work cleaning out the old moss. As she went through it,
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Nightpaw looked at the old bedding when Snowpaw mentioned it. Just like Pinebark said, it was starting to look dry. The edges were beginning to turn yellow, and she guessed it felt scratchy to sleep on. She padded over and with her fourpaws, she began to scoop and pull big clumps of the moss out. She padded at the old moss, trying to shape it into the big, round clumps she'd seen before. "I bet I can make a bigger mossball than you, Snowpaw!" Nightpaw challenged playfully.