[open -- nest]

[new_inglewoodblues]

The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.

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[mothwingofriverclan]

"Yes, I made one near the lake," Mothwing meows. "I just have to say, it's nice to see a twoleg making their bed in a normal way." She trots a little closer to inspect the nest. "That's made of cloth, right? If you'd like some moss as well I know where to find some."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Cloth and leaves; I'll mortar it as squirrels do. Moss would not go amiss. Lead -- I'll follow thee."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing's happy to lead Ragnelle to the hollow Magnus showed her, full of the softest moss she's ever seen. "Magnus grows it here," she explains. "Not sure if you've met him, but he keeps it growing plentifully, so take as much as you like."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Ay, I've met him -- I like him well. He grows many things." She squats down to gather the moss, pulling up the edges and stripping it away like a rug taken from the floor, and puts it in the skirt of her gown. "Is he thy favorite too?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"I like Susan," Mothwing meows without thinking, then stops, abashed. "I like lots of residents," she amends. "I'm probably closest to Galahad, though. I'm training him to be a medicine cat."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Susan I've met. The archer. Galahad I know not.¹"

¹Timelines!

[mothwingofriverclan]

"He's very sweet and hardworking." Mothwing can't resist lying down for a moment in a patch of sun-warmed moss. "Is there anything you like to do, besides make nests?" She's learned not to ask people if they're warriors or medicine cats, but she still wants to know what it is people actually do.

[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle laughs. "What doth any tree do? I sit in the sun and grow, and put out leaves," tossing her braid over her shoulder so Mothwing can see the vine in her hair.

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing stretches forward to sniff the vine, surprised. "You're a tree? Not a twoleg?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Not all tree. My sire was aes sídhe, a lord of the fair folk passing through the Inglewood. I am a forest-thing." She wiggles her toes. "With two legs, alas."