Fleckpaw
The yellow eyed apprentice thought for a moment.
"Hmm....hold on let me see if I can, my mama taught me moons ago," she then cut some of the bramble with her teeth and claws and sat down maneuvering the bramble into different directions.
"....Maybe this could work?," she showed Wolfpaw the tied bramble, each one was crisscrossed neatly with each other, though there where some evident mistakes; it's what she could do.
"Though I say do be careful some of these brambles are prickly," she noted dropping it to the ground and shaking out her pelt.
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BEAR.
(FYI: Fleckpaw likes to keep stuff in her fur for how fluffy she is, so if she just magically pulls something out, that's just her doing her own thing.)