[Rowan]

• she/her • 16 moons • riverclan/apprentice •
the collector
—> this character may express themes of depression, grieving, ptsd, and self-hate

CrowPaw padded carefully across the clearing, the soft bundle of moss clutched in her jaws. It smelled fresh—gathered from a shaded patch where it stayed springy and cool—and she’d taken the time to fluff it up with her claws, pulling out the twigs and brittle bits. She didn’t want to mess this up. When she reached the nursery, she paused just outside, shifting her paws uncertainly before giving a quiet ahem and peeking through the entrance.

“H-hi…” she mewed gently, voice muffled at first by the moss. She set it down just inside the den, her tail tip flicking nervously behind her. “I— I brought some fresh bedding. F-for anyone who needs it… or wants it. Um. I c-can go get more too. If there's not enough.” Her eyes darted from one queen to the next, never quite holding for long, but there was a soft hopefulness in her tone. She didn’t want to interrupt anything, or be a bother, she just wanted to help.

“I’ll, um, just leave it here… okay? Un-unless any-anyone want me t-to change…their bed-bedding for th-them?…” She gave a small dip of her head and took a step back, ready to scurry off if she was in the way, but lingered just long enough in case someone spoke to her.

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