It had been pure luck, noticing the leakage of the elders' den. The recent heavy raining had taken its toll on the camp, and while Fellcone was poking his head in to see if the den had been flooded, he saw the dripping from above.
He wasn't concerned with intruding. Though WindClan allegedly had elders, he never saw them, so this was more a task of boredom than practicality. Besides, den weaving...
He couldn't remember.
It was frustrating, not recalling something so freaking simple. Fellcone gritted his teeth as he pushed some grass through the small hole. At this point, he'd be fixing this by trial and error.. But it wasn't like he had anything better to do, maybe he'd invent a new method of repairs.
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