[Midgefur]

Having filled her maw to the brim with down from the waxwings caught earlier, Snailflower stepped carefully into the nursery. Her chocolate-brown pelt combed gently against the evergreen gorse as she took in the warm, earthy scents that filled the den. Occasionally a tiny nose would poke out from beside a dozing queen, or a pair of bleary blue eyes watched her curiously before slowly closing and going back to sleep. The she-cat had always been content in the nursery, doing her best to aid the queens and kittens; even if she wasn't born in the warmth of WindClan, she still grew up surrounded by the yellow-flowered gorse. It was her home, and every time she stepped inside, Snailflower could feel it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could make out the lithe calico body of Gorsebird and offered her a quiet chirp in greeting while stepping up to a shallow nest. The soiled moss had already been carried away by an apprentice, so the brown warrior set her bundle of fluffy beige down in the center so it's owner could arrange it how they saw fit.

@Opal