[Kacey!]

^^Puddlekit^^
Grey mottled tomkit || 3 moons old

The little tomkit toddled into the apprentices' den, ready to start cleaning nests. He hopped up to the first nest and sniffed it. It smelled musky. Puddlekit started tugging off bits of dry, scratchy moss. That definitely wouldn't be comfy to sleep in, he thought.

It was much harder to clean a nest than Puddlekit had thought. He pushed the little pile of debris out of the den and plopped down for a moment. Then Puddlekit bounced up to his little grey paws and back into the den.

A little bit later, the tom had managed to remove all the dry moss and unwanted thorns and such from the nest. He skipped out of the den, in search of moss — and maybe feathers — that he could use to build the nest back up.