Junconestle

Junconestle sunk his canines into moss sitting atop a stone. He dragged it off, his nose scrunching up in distaste. He had been sent to gather moss to fix up some of the nests in the Elders' den. He felt heavily offended and revolted that he had been given measly apprentice tasks. He was a grown warrior. Fur ruffled indignantly, Junconestle began to pad away from the border bank back to the BreezeClan camp. [Junco]: Why send me out under this crippling sun when I could put my genius to use?