[Quasar]

Mothkit quietly waddled into the nursery, his head down. He wasn't sure what he was nervous about, and there wasn't anything that stood out to him as something bad, so that was good...right? He quickly made his way over to his nest, which was at the very back of the nursery, tucked into a corner. A small, relieved smile made its way to his face as he saw that his lucky feather was still in it, laying undisturbed on top of the moss.

He leapt into his nest, pulling fis lucky feather close to him as he curled up. He tucked his nose under his tail, hiding his muzzle in his poofy fur. After several minutes of tossing and turning to get comfortable, he finally fell into a light slumber, soft snores sounding from him every so often.