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Ashtail followed, spreading her paws to ensure they didn't cold as fast. Her tail was semi-high, seeing too she was glancing around for any dumb prey to catch.
Jaysong had made 4 jars of cat mint and poppy seeds pulp and 2 jars of some juices. She finally came outside and grabbed a mouse before going back inside her den, the vines over the entrance brushing her back. She quietly ate near the entrance, paws tucked under her, and tail wrapped around her.
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Ashtail nodded. She rolled in the snow and looked around. Then she spotted a nest. She inched her way up the tree and reached in, pulling out some feathers. She slipped back down with the feathers in her mouth. Then she set them down remembering there was a log near by. She loped over to it and looked in. It was full of dry moss! "Thistlestar! There is a bunch of dry moss here!" She called before starting to scrape the moss off.
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She nods and starts scraping moss off.
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Ashtail soon had a big pile sitting next to the log and she was inside the lkg, scraping more out. Leaving half of the moss there and crawled back out. "I think I have enough! Jaysong has a big pile of cotton to put around the edges of our nests by the way!" She called to the trees, or Thistlestar.
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Ashtail nodded and picked up the moss, carrying some in her mouth, the rest on her back.
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Ashtail followed. Once there she set all of the moss down. She would pick it up when they were finished.
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Eyes narrowed, the grumpy elder, Stormy Sky, grumbled about the cold and how the apprentices didn't make his nest warm, and made it out of soggy moss. His joints ached as he walked over to rummage through the meager offerings the warriors had bright back. He managed to find the plumpest animal there and took it over to his fen to feast on his winnings. Icy eyes opened a fraction as the warrior coughed. She had had this persistent cough for almost the sun Downs, and her throat was raw from all of the hacking. The owner of this cough was a purebred Siamese cat by the Name~ of Gracestep.
Pebblestep was awaken by the sun shining on his face. Grumbling to himself, he licked his paws and started to groom himself. Then he realized something. It was sunhigh. "Ack!", Pebblestep said. Quickly he scanned the camp and the young warrior dashed over to Thistlestar. "I'msorrywhatcanIdoforyou", he said quickly.
Ashtail chuckled as she cleared the wet and nasty moss and put it in a corner. "Help us make a nest for that old grumpy elder." She said the warrior who was about her age.
"Okay", Pebblestep said, grateful he wasn't in any trouble. He began to help clear out the nasty moss and put fresh dry moss in it's place.
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Ashtail disappeared to Jaysongs den. She nodded to the med cat and got some cotton. Then she padded back to th elders den and put the cotton down as a outliner in the nest, for warmth. She smiled at their work and looked back at the fresh moss they still had.
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Stormy Sky padded forward and sniffed at the nest. "It'll do." He said and spun in a couple of circles, then laid down. "Yes. It'll do rather nicely." He sighed and closes his eyes with a small smile. True to his nature, he didn't mutter even.a word of thanks. Gracestep, with her thin pulelt ruffled against the cold, stumbled out of the Warriors deb.
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Ashtail nodded and drug the the nasty moss out. She then padded away to dispose of it. The she-cat returned to get the fresh moss and get it to the warriors' den.//AT school.
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