With her kittens hoisted onto the paws of someone else, Serpentberry works. From the first hours of dawn to now, with the sun high in the sky, the molly has worked the space she's called her den into something more... liveable. If they are to be here for many more moons, seasons, and beyond that... then she will be comfortable, dammit! Small rocks and stones are hoisted into the space outside the crag, to be dragged away to the many rocky locations that infest their territory. Some are rather pretty, though... maybe her Clanmates will take a liking to a few and steal them from her. She wouldn't mind; less work at the end of the day for her paws to worry about.
She hoists out the last boulder that she can safely remove, tucking it aside and letting out a deep sigh. That was about half of the work done. She wonders if there's any sort of plant that glows, or if she can entice some fireflies to live in the den with her - because the little cavern is dark as coal. With the way it's worn away, too, there is no safe place to wear at the stone and let some sunlight in. That's a new issue she hadn't accounted for.
She stands back, dusted and scraped (to no worrying degree) whilst she soaks in the midday sunlight and thinks of her next steps.









