Fleetnettle weaved through the trees and under brush, ears pinned back as her tail flicked irritably behind her. Out of everyone, they picked me to gather moss for Foxdust. She muttered a few other things under her breath before slowing down and glancing up at an old, fallen tree, covered in moss and mushrooms. She quickly leaped forward, onto the top of the dead oak, claws digging into the wood, as she started to tear the moss from the old, dead bark. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
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