PAFP Territory before you say something let me speak — moss gathering

[MIREPURR]

Mirepurr is a cat of their word, and so they don't hesitate in fixing at least one of Bluegale's problems when dawn breaks. Last time they checked, Tickpaw had been sound asleep, so Mirepurr doesn't feel guilty about allowing an apprentice to sleep in a little. Wolfpack had not put them on the dawn patrol, after all. For the time being, it's just them and Bluegale—and of course, the slowly rising marsh around them. They wonder if other Clan cats find it too quiet, too suffocating... but ShadowClan is not one to be startled by the eerie, and if one knows how to listen, they can hear the countless giveaways of creatures and the slow push-and-pull of still-water that only gets moved by wind or dragonflies settling on its surface.

"Have you decided on a new sleeping spot yet?"

Mirepurr asks gently. Coalstrike's suggestion on how they could operate had made sense. Often, apprentices settle into their nests with energy somehow still buzzing in them, breaking any silence that may have tried to wrap around ShadowClan with their relays of the day.

Their paws carry them towards a wide stretch of bog, right where trees grow in and around the algae-filled water. That sort of constant contact means plenty of greenery growing on the barks of decades-old trees.

"Lots of moss here! This should be perfect for the time being."

Mirepurr settles in front of one, careful not to let their tail hang over the edge and into the marsh itself, and begins scraping with a light hum in their throat.

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