An odd patch of greenery lies on our camp mesa. A huge, thick willow tree grows there, it's limbs so dense that it makes a perfect den. This is where the apprentices sleep, almost as if we were on normal clan territory.
Darkpaw peeked his head into the apprentices den, and looked in. He saw nothing besides a pile of moss. He shrugged, he mine-as-well get a nest for himself. He grabbed some moss, and made it into a nest. He laid down in it, and sighed. He closed his eyes, and took a quick nap.
He woke up a bit later, and ruffled his pelt, trying to warm himself. It was pretty lonley in here, though he didn't mind some time with himself. He started to groom his shoulder. ~Darkpaw
Darkpaw peeked his head into the apprentices den, and looked in. He saw nothing besides a pile of moss. He shrugged, he mine-as-well get a nest for himself. He grabbed some moss, and made it into a nest. He laid down in it, and sighed. He closed his eyes, and took a quick nap.
ReplyDeleteHe woke up a bit later, and ruffled his pelt, trying to warm himself. It was pretty lonley in here, though he didn't mind some time with himself. He started to groom his shoulder.
~Darkpaw