[ti]Private[/ti]A cold stream

[QueenChaos]

Streamtail was sitting by the Warriors den, her tail around her paws. She shivered slightly from the cold.
-Stupid wind. Making me show weakness-
She licked her paw, dragging it over her head. It was a slow day. Nothing to do. The Fresh Kill pile was large, no one important was sick. She was good.
Annnnd....she's annoyed now. An apprentice was coming towards her, that stupid smile on her face.
"Whatever you want, I'm the wrong cat." She hissed. Her ear flicked in annoyance.
(tags: Mama)
(Word count: 90)

[Mama]

Emberpaw had bounced towards Streamtail, trying to see if she could ask around to find some moss for the dens. It was her turn to clean them out, and to her it was quite fun. "Hi Streamtail!" The huge ginger cat chirped out, her paws making large tracks into the snow. Puffing up her pelt, she turned her head and glanced around once, then twice, before looking towards the she-cat.

"Do you know any good moss spots? I looked at the normal areas but they are either too wet or buried in snow! I don't think anyone wants a soggy or white nest, it's way too cold for that!"

[QueenChaos]

"Hi Streamtail!" The apprentice smiled. What was her name? Emberpaw? That sounded right.
"Do you know any good moss places? I looked at the normal areas but they are either too wet or too buried in snow! I don't think anyone wants a soggy or white nest, it's too cold for that!" She giggled. Streamtail wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Of course I do." She meowed, her voice like silk but her but her eyes like ice. She stood up gracefully an began padding to the camp Entrance. Emberpaw was following her. Streamtail took her to a fallen tree. The outside was covered in snow. But the inside was hollow.
(Tags: Mama)
(Word count: 115)

[Mama]

Emberpaw followed happily, her ears perked up before glancing around the tree. Did she check here already? Glancing inside, she saw it was hollow and seemed to be a good spot for moss... but the only bits remaining was hardly a nest. "Guess I have to see if Bearstar lets me use feathers for them." She said with a wiggle of her pelt. At least feathers were usually comfier, right? She liked feathers, even if they made her sneeze.

[QueenChaos]

Silvertail rolled her eyes.
"Stay here." She hopped inside, going to the very tip of the tree, which was submerged under ground. Everything in here was dry, and moss was plentiful. Tearing some up with her claws, Streamtail bristled. She was donating some of her moss, moss she had been through so much on. And for who? A kit! But if it was to help the clan she might as well. Taking some in her mouth, she padded out. Placing it on a large stone, she meowed.
"This should be enough for at least one nest. any other's can be feathers." she gestured for Emberpaw to take it.
(Tags: Mama)
(Word count: 113)