[Quasar]

Goldenpaw | he/him | open

The apprentice, limbs still sore from the constant activity, huffed as he dragged a rather large ball of moss into the newly constructed den. He needed a new nest, and this was probably the best time to make one. His fatigue was good motivation, giving him even more of a reason to make one himself. It would be a rushed job, sure, but nothing he couldn't fix later.

He finished rather quickly, patting down the moss in places while fluffing it up in others, and by the time he finished he still had a good amount of moss left over. He absentmindedly tossed it to the side for someone else to use before sitting down in his new nest, beginning to groom the dust and dirt out of his fur.