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Originally Posted by ChillCat
Moss. Moss moss moss moss. Moss on the brain. Silentpaw was practically ripping up every piece of moss in camp. That's probably enough for the whole nursery! She set off bringing it back to her former den.
@ Feathercreek sorry if this is too many mentions T^T |
Wolfstrike, seeing Silentpaw running around camp with moss, chuckled her weird laugh that sounded like a frog. She slowly stood up, stretched, and went to the fresh-kill pile to pick out a piece of prey for Silentpaw. When Silentpaw would finish with her moss, she would get a plump vole as a reward. Wolfstrike sat down, picking a thrush for herself. Slowly she started chewing, thinking about naps and and annoying apprentices.