[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]

"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."