Windclan, afternoon
Graystar made his way into his clan territory, carrying two mice in his mouth. He laid one by the warriors den for anyone to take, and took one for himself, making his way under the large oak by his den. He sighed as he eased himself down and began to eat.
As he ate, his blue eyes wandered around the area, looking for anything that might need to be done. He mentally made himself a small list of chores to keep himself occupied and to help the clan. After finishing his mouse, he licked his paws clean and slipped into the wooded area, collecting sticks and twigs. Upon returning, he began working on the mothers den, adding leaves and sticks to upgrade it to a more comfortable and livable area. With the remaining sticks, he added them to the elders den, making it more livable as well.
He flicked his tail, satisfied with his work.