{$title} timber's cleaning up the nursery and accidentally initiates a game of mossball... or keep away!
—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦
Busy, busy. It's all this season seemed to be, expectations mounting as the cold winds began to set in. Of course, Timber didn't mind too much—being able to help take care of the little ones was what he was best at, and he'd be remiss if he didn't help out. It was much better than being out and about, with nowhere to call home. No, no he liked it just fine here. The tom mulled on this quietly, tiredly, scooting about the nursery with careful and gentle steps. There were far too many small kits to be distracted, too many beady little eyes that would follow him as he went, too many opportunities for a ill-timed step to result in a bawling child. At least these days he could still refresh the moss just fine, though he had to admit the way his nose ran with something clamped in his jaws was... not the most pleasurable sensation.
Timberfrost muttered out a gentle "'Scuse me-" as he went, leaning down to pull up a discarded nest. As he did, though, it seemed to almost fall apart in his jowls—and a carefully formed ball of moss rolled out of the wad, tumbling just out of reach. 'Must've been someone's old mossball' He mused to himself with a silent smile, dropping the rest of the old nest at his paws. He made a step towards the mossball, leaning down to attempt to snap it up in his mouth, fully unaware of any kits around him.
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@Silverkit come steal from the old man
also tagging @snailkit @wisteriastrike @moonflowerpaw @Snowdropheart @Jadethorn -
✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 30 Moons
✦—He/Him
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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