ShadowClan Warriors' Den

[paedyn]

Risingmoon, Skyshade, and Cedarbranch existed.

[nyme]

I WILL BE MARRIED TO SILENCE

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SWANTOOTH . 15 MOONS . SHE/HER . SHADOWCLAN
AGATHA KITTY + MIND READER

It's going to take her forever to fix this nest up the way she likes. Swantooth stares hard at the little moss bed she'd claimed in this den recently as if she means to suss out what's wrong with it just from looking. Only, she knows what's wrong with it, and it's not the appearance.

It doesn't smell right. It doesn't feel right. It's not her nest yet—and that's irritating. She just wants it to be hers already. Just wants it to be right.

The moss is removed gingerly, carefully, stacked aside for now. It's perfectly good bedding, just needs to be out of the way for now. The dip it had lined is smoothed by paw, carved a little deeper—she needs to lay down and get up and lay down and get up and lay down and get up, again, just to make sure she fits just right—, and when she's finished there Swantooth not-too-slyly nudges at the edges of the nests around hers, pushing any debris spilling from those sleeping spots away from hers. She wants space around her nest. To walk. It's fine if she does this. It's fine.

Everything is better, now. Loose dirt will need to be swept away and so will the irritting pebble she'd unearthed, but once the moss is pressed back into place, Swantooth's feeling a little less restless, a little less agitated. It still doesn't smell just right, but she'll see that fixed soon enough. The last steps of the chore are handled, paws whisking loose earth and that stupid pebble out, away. All better; all clean.

Swantooth steps into her nest and circles, 'round and 'round and 'round, before sitting down to bathe herself.


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