Ears twitched to the sound of movement behind him, but Fellcone was focused on his handiwork. The grass he stuffed in was already falling loose, nothing substantial to hold it in place. Fortunately, sticks were very easy to come by, and he collected a few small twigs from the abandoned nests to use them in lieu of a sturdier tool.
This time, it held together slightly longer. The twigs weren't
good though, they were dry and old, the pressure of being twisted in grass was straining them. He could already see the cracks. If rain didn't knock it loose, it'd just snap. Lovely.
Well, what else could he do? Mud seemed impractical given it was literally rainy, and..
Oh.
The freak was here.
Fellcone had assumed the noise was one of the elders, maybe even a ghost, since this place seemed to be lacking in the living department. But not this.
"Ah, the aloof creep finally speaks. A shame, it seems you have mistaken me for someone else." He had not the slightest clue what this cat was on about.
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Fawn ]