[williams]

----- BRIARTHROAT -----

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Taking care of his clan was something Briarthroat prided himself in doing. As the heat sat oppresively over his clan, the short-haired tom decided to leave camp behind, and help tidy up the dens. All the apprentices were busy with their mentors, or were too long-furred to be outside safely. Another warrior that appeared to not be as lethargic was Newtstripe, and with a gentle request to join him, the pair heading out. The long-limbed warrior walked in time with his companion, but forced a little trot into his step to keep a gentle breeze going around him for cooling. They went towards the Branch Trail, knowing it's roots and bushes held the best moss for nest making.

The canopy of the forest provided little protection from the sun, but he still felt the air cool around him as he started to nose around. "Let's start with moss for the elders and queens. I imagine they need the comfort the most." Briarthroat mused aloud to Newtstripe. What did elders like best, he thought was he worked. Soft and a bit springy for their joints. While queens need moss with no gaps so tiny kit claws don't tear the bedding to pieces. Briarthroat laughed lightly at the thought of waking up and discovering all the bedding was gone. It couldn't happen of course, unless it was a prank, but the idea still amused him.

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