[Willowfern]

Roosterflame
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Timidly, the red-combed ThunderClanner poked his head into the small, yet comfortable den that was now occupied by Sparrowstar, he looked around, noticing it was empty.
Nonetheless, he called out a customary,
“Sparrowstar? Are you in here?” Just in case she was hiding behind the disheveled, unkempt nest or in the shadows of the seemingly unused den.
Deciding that Sparrowstar was not the kind of cat for surprise hide-and-seek, Roosterflame entered, his denwarming surprise in his jaws and on his back. He’d snagged a mouse from the fresh-kill pile, too, just so that Sparrowstar would have a meal waiting for her when she came back from whatever she was up to around the ever-so-busy ThunderClan camp.
Gently, he laid out the moss, feathers, daisies, and the shiny black pebble (he’d already replaced his own nest and rehidden his secret stash of super spectacular stuff, so the other black pebble was already in its hiding spot) on the den floor before he turned to look at the sad excuse for a leader’s nest that took up half the den.
“Alright, you,” He growled to the den, “I don’t like you, and you don’t have any sense of existence… but whatever, I still don’t like you, and you’re probably a pretty sorry thing to come into a den to sleep on after a hard day, so you’re going to have to go,” With that said, he unceremoniously tossed the nest out of the den, probably startling whomever so happened to be walking nearby with a flailing mass of mossy depression.
Now that the old, sad nest had been cleared out, the den already looked so much brighter and happier, and Roosterflame wasn’t even done yet! He curled his tail into an arch and ran it along the ground, sweeping out the excess dirt, dust, and whatever else that had collected in this den since its past occupants left. Every good barn cleaning had started with sweeping, so a den cleaning needed to get the same special care and attention. When he’d swept out all the filth and shook out his not-so-pure-white-anymore-tail-base with a promise to it that he’d clean it later, Roosterflame began dusting off the den walls with his paw pads, brushing the dust and muck away until the den looked brand new.
“Perfect,” He murmured, coming back in after clapping off his paws outside, “Now for the decorations and the nest.”
With special precision, Roosterflame flattened out the moss roll and carefully shaped it into a soft, cushy, fluffy nest, making sure to get rid of any wood chips, thorns, or whatever else. Sparrowstar’s nest needed to be comfortable. After all the work she did during the day, Sparrowstar needed a good night’s sleep!
When the nest was finished, Roosterflame stepped back to admire his work. The den looked ten-times better, and all he’d done was a basic cleaning! Any normal cat would call it a day here and go on with their afternoon, but Roosterflame was absolutely not a normal cat, no siree!
With a trill of excitement, Roosterflame gathered the daisies and feathers in his paws and dispersed them throughout the den, putting most of the feathers in the nest to make it softer, and sticking the pretty white flowers in any crack or crevice he could find.
Now he was done. The den was decorated, and the nest was made. Roosterflame was rather proud of himself. He’d done a good job, in a relatively short amount of time, too!
Roosterflame took the little pebble and sat it next to the nest where it couldn’t be missed, and he then dropped the mouse inside the nest for Sparrowstar to find when she came in.
Then, with a nod of satisfaction, Roosterflame turned to leave.

[ @Jayvines ]