Just outside the nursery, a hulking she-cat was busying herself with something strange. Her shadow loomed just over the entrance of the den thanks to the sun-high light, but she seemed more interested in forming the mass of bracken and moss she had gathered around camp into something almost-resembling a nest. What was she doing...? Whatever it was, the determined look that flashed across her face meant it was something important to her.
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maple. sorry this is shorttt]