Post by Dustpaw on Jun 26, 2011 13:24:09 GMT -5
Dustpaw walked into the apprentice's den and sighed. It was empty. There was no moss and no nests. The gray apprentice dashed outside, and ran up to a log outside of the camp. It was covered in moss, so he scraped most of it off and rolled it into a fairly large ball. Once Dustpaw reached the apprentice's den again, an idea popped into his mind. Chuckling, he went to work spreading the moss around then den. However, then the new apprentice used most of it for his nest. By the time he was finished with it, the nest took up half of the space in the apprentice's den. He curled up in a corner of the large nest, and fell asleep.