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May 31st, 2024, 11:27 AM
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Re: ShadowClan Elders' Den
〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 9 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]
[this takes place a bit after "it all falls down!"]
The first impression was: EEP! Scary!
The second impression was: Oh wow. Kewl!!!
Willowpaw had mixed thoughts about the new Elder's Den. It was dead, and even if it was just a treetop, anything dead was auto spooky. But also, LOOK AT THIS! ITS A TWELVE KAJILLION YEAR OLD ARTIFACT! Who knows what this canopy could have seen! Twolegs, dogs, cats, multi-universal beings, leaves, the future, fire, and anything else that came its way! A very very old tree-part for very very old cats. She thought that was pretty fitting. Willowpaw was doubtful that someday she'd morph into an old-looking cat when she got older, and be an occupant of that den herself. It was hard to imagine herself slow and creaky as a young apprentice. And, bonus, if she compared this tree-cover to the other trees, then it looked practically the same, except for the ghastliness the aged tree held. Must to be pretty similar to cat aging, ignoring how they were built up completely differently and how one was a plant and one was an animal and they had totally different anatomy. Yes yep indeed affirmative, she was the most innovative cat to roam the lands.
To her semi-disappointment, she couldn't study trees any longer, and she had to actually do what she came here to do. She had a bundle of moss, not a lot of it, since she couldn't carry much. Willowpaw wasn't too troubled by this; she could always yoinky some more from the split trees. She made sure this was all the moss she could carry, and then ducked into the Elder's Den, still getting among-us style stabbed in the neck by a stick despite her crouching. There were already some nests in the den, but she could decipher some semi-cozy (hopefully you don't mind throwing hands with branches) spots in the corners. Willowpaw blooped the moss down by a spot were the thicket of branches reached lower, it was less spiky and murdery, but more tangled and maybe still as murdery. She spread the lichen-twin out, in the shape of a nest.
An uncanny amount of kneading, testing, failing the test, adjusting the nest, getting more moss, and testing it and repeating the process later, 'MWUALA! Moss bed!' It was a bit rough, given she was the equivalent of a toddler in this case. The apparently-a-toddler flopped down in the crunchy moss, proud of what she'd done, when really it was merely pathetic in comparison to the other nests. She didn't have much time to relish off her bedding building, before she had to get more moss. The nest had taken three full mouthfuls of dry moss, and she needed to get more.
On the way to the completely unsuspicious mossnapping, she heard a growl. For a moment she froze. What did she do wrong? Was moss off-limits? Was mossapping illegal? Before she realized it was her stomach. She did not like when it did that. It was loud, embarrassing, and a dead giveaway that she'd rather be munching away instead of whatever she was doing at the moment. She really couldn't stand her stomach being grumpy at her. She quickly made a stop by the fresh-kill pile. And then she realized with a stomach lurch: There was no fresh-kill pile. The hunting patrol hadn't returned yet. 'Oh darkness my old friend.' Dragging herself back to the taking of moss, she went for the tree half that didn't make up The Grimpeak, still feeling like the world was empty without the fresh-kill pile.
A little bit later, Willowpaw spawned in the Elder's Den, with a whole new mouthful of moss.
Definitely no cat here who was wanted by the M(oss)BI.
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June 24th, 2024, 10:13 PM
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Re: ShadowClan Elders' Den
Mousefoot breathed heavily, slumping on her side, nearly exhausted from just sitting up.
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July 7th, 2024, 06:56 PM
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Re: ShadowClan Elders' Den
FERRETCHATTER
I'm As Sturdy As A Pine Tree, Mind You!
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The Short-Legged She Was Grabbing At Moss From Her Nest, Lost In Thought, She Began Muttering Nonsense, But Very Quietly. Few Words Together Made Sence. Oh Star My Forest Bye To Begh Rahha No The Forest Is Coming Down There Are Things In The Tree Mine You... Bleppers No Rahh Mine.. HUH She Blinked Rapidly, Licking Her Fangs Like She Had Chewed On Burdock Root. Her Tail Swayed Steadily Behinder Before Muttering. Apprentices. Oh, Stars Above! They Haven't Been Doing Their Duties! My My My! 'ont They E'er Come To Change These Beds! She Got Up And Picked UpnHer Bedding And Rolled It Into A Ball Before Prance Out Of The Den, Out Of Camp, And Into The Wilderness.
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July 15th, 2024, 08:30 PM
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Re: ShadowClan Elders' Den
RASPBERRYPAW
[ patrol punishment post - @ ellie ]
The silver molly hummed to herself quietly as she approached the elder's den, trying to stay in a good mood. It was rather difficult when she'd gotten no sleep the past three moons. Her eyelids were drooping heavily with exhaustion. The nightmares hadn't gone away, and it certainly didn't help that she was staying in a den with a bunch of six-moon-old apprentices with no perception of their noisiness and even less of their hygiene.
Purring cutting in and out with the low volume of her voice, she poked her head in the den, careful not to disturb any sleeping elders, and surveyed the nests. They had been kept mostly fresh, much fresher than the apprentice's or warrior's, which was a welcome change. Still, the she-cat noticed a couple patches of dried out moss, which she quickly collected for disposal. Once the stale pile was set aside, she went to work near the entrance of the den, where moss-covered cedar branches crisscrossed to provide the nests with shelter. Using her teeth, she peeled away carefully at the green substance, trying to take off pieces as large as possible. When she had enough to replace the amount she'd removed, she nudged the stack under to cover of the den.
Padding around silently, she began the tedious work of placing the moss strategically. She couldn't just place it on top, that would be uneven and lumpy. But she couldn't place it underneath or on the side, because then they wouldn't be able to enjoy the fresh bedding. So for each nest, Raspberrypaw gently pulled apart sections of the nest, filling them with the new moss. Then, she would use unsheathed claws to gently fluff up the mixture of old and new until the nest was just as perfect as her own in the warrior's den. Raspberry repeated this technique with the other two nests.
Soon enough, she completed the task. Thankfully there were only three elders in the den at the moment, but it had been a rather boring task nonetheless. Still, Raspberrypaw was satisfied with her work. Scooping up her old moss, she headed off the toss it out.
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