04-26-2021, 10:08 AM
[glow=white,1,400]WHEN MY TIME COMES ! — [abbr=GORDON CIPHER, SPIRIT, TRIBE OF THE MOLTEN SPIRITS, 3 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
It was about time she got settling in, wasn't it? Gordon didn't mind staying in her makeshift den, but she did need a home for her pet; being out in the cold certainly wouldn't do Velvet any good. It wasn't hard to notice, though, that the majority of the Tribe didn't actually have dens - they slept out in the open. I'd love to do that. But she needed to make sure Velvet had a safe place to stay first. Being a nocturnal creature wasn't good when Gordon liked to be out-and-about during the day.
The small she-cat had found a spare den made from one of the roots of the large tree that overlooked camp. Carrying moss with her in her mouth, Gordon would work on making a little nest for herself and one for Velvet, higher up in the roots of the tree. She'll enjoy that, I think. Sugar gliders did like being in high places, after all - even if it wasn't exactly high for Gordon.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
The small she-cat had found a spare den made from one of the roots of the large tree that overlooked camp. Carrying moss with her in her mouth, Gordon would work on making a little nest for herself and one for Velvet, higher up in the roots of the tree. She'll enjoy that, I think. Sugar gliders did like being in high places, after all - even if it wasn't exactly high for Gordon.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]