━━━━ daisyknoll diligently padded into his den. outside, the harsh wind blew tirelessly, carrying a thick fourry of snowflakes that layered the ground and crunched underfoot. leaf—bare was hard for any clan, and daisyknoll took note that his workload would ultimately double.
his form gracefully moved around his den, his eyes and paws trailing over his herbs while he sorted each one carefully. he plucked out a mass of moss and sauntered towards the nests, plumping them up with a fresh blanket of the the green, soft material.
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