Newleaf was so close, but it still felt so far. The days were lasting much longer than they had before, and that was a big giveaway that winter would soon be over. It had stopped snowing as much, now it was primarily just cold. Today was relatively warmer compared to previous days, and Flameseeker wasn't going to waste this opportunity. As she returned from a dull border patrol, her paws carried her to the dens. They were very makeshift, and beginning to look more permanent than temporary. When would they move to the new camp? During her late night talk with Snow, she had spotted some holes that needed patching along the nursery walls. So, the ginger tabby headed out into the forest to gather some stray sticks, and she would return to camp and begin weaving them in with the existing sticks. After she was confident the holes were patched, she would head to the next den to begin working, the elders den.
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