Dimmingsun continues where he's left off with the cleaning, courtesy of the tunnelers now beginning their work on expanding and shaping the medicine cat den to accommodate for two. He could stay in and keep out of their way, but he would rather avoid changing his fur from golden to dust-brown. At least Owlbear isn't in the den today either. The dirty clouds that arise from digging would certainly not help her breathe easier.
There is a spread of various plants before him. Some old bedding, some herbs that water couldn't keep fresh and usable, some debris. His big paws work on separating them evenly, mind already crafting up a system for himself.
He sits beside the rows and rows of different-smelling plants; shifts his body so that he can count something on his right, and by the time he leans back to the left, something is missing. His eye squints as he recalls what had been there just moments prior.
Something- someone moves at the edges of his vision.
There is a spread of various plants before him. Some old bedding, some herbs that water couldn't keep fresh and usable, some debris. His big paws work on separating them evenly, mind already crafting up a system for himself.
He sits beside the rows and rows of different-smelling plants; shifts his body so that he can count something on his right, and by the time he leans back to the left, something is missing. His eye squints as he recalls what had been there just moments prior.
Something- someone moves at the edges of his vision.
"Alright,"
he says, struggling—and spectacularly failing—to keep the humor out of his voice. "Who took that piece of heather? I know the culprit's here."
In reality, he doesn't need it any longer, but the youngsters in question evidently require some entertainment. If providing them with something fun befalls on him now, then so be it. He shall provide.Please wait for @scorchpaw OR @Rubblekit !