Sunfire
Sunfire stormed into camp, a squirrel and two voles dangling from her mouth. She was grumpy, and it didn't help that she hadn't eaten all day. After throwing her prey on the pile, Sunfire stormed back out of camp in search of new moss and feathers for her nest. It had been at least a moon since she changed it, and it was getting uncomfortable. There! Sunfire stalked up to a massive maple tree, covered in moss, and started ripping off long strip I'd the soft, squish moss. Once she had several large piles, Sunfire rolled it up into balls and carried them back to camp, dropping the fresh bedding beside her nest. She pulled up the browning bedding, pushing it into a smelly pile, and found that the bracken also needed to be replaced. Groaning, Sunfire shuffled to a clump of twiggy ferns and got fresh bracken. She wove the twigs like an expert, the layer moss down, layer after layer, until her nest was like a cloud. Her belly complaining, Sunfire rolled her old bedding into the dirtplace, and trotted back to the fresh kill pile, snatching a juicy looking vole and moving to her favorite spot, underneath a small hawthorn tree at the edge of camp.
((Sunfire is still open, and that was really long post about changing bedding. I guess I got bored. xD!))