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variscite let out a grunt as he ripped out a deep rooted weed. jeez, he thought. did no one tend to the yards of the empty houses? the dens in shadowclan were unique, being up in the trees, but that didn't mean they had to ignore the ones on the ground. gripping a weed by the teeth, he ripped it out and tossed it onto the growing pile. he was lucky that he'd been able to snaggle himself a den that was on the forest floor and not up in the trees; it'd be easier for him to garden down here, where the ground actually was.
it was probably too early for him to be up, but vari found it easier to garden in the cool mornings. the tom hummed a low note to himself. gradually the sun rose, light poking through the canopy and bringing light to the forest floor. bent over, you'd think that his face would be tense and weary; but he was as calm as could be. the thick silence coated the forest and him like a comforting blanket, only broken by the sound of his grunts and breathing.
"ah," he suddenly exclaimed. moving away from his hut, a purr erupted from him. he'd created a solid two piles of weeds (which he'd find some use for) and now he could really see the ground in front of his hut! it looks better already,he mused. just wait until i start planting. ooo, just the thought made his heart race with excitement! this was going to be one of the biggest gardens he'd make, with all the available space around his hut.