Submission (#7288) Approved

The day was a cool, spring-like day in Faerindell. The weather today was very typical of the region making it a great day for pleasant activities. Flowers bloomed all across the rolling fields as little paws gracefully made their way through them as if not to disturb the beauty of them, and atop a hill by the village was a large cherry blossom tree with remarkable white blossoms highlighting it. In the distance, you could see the elder tree. It looked a lot like the tree on top of the hill except that the blossoms were pink and even in the distance you could tell that it was massive as it spread towards the sky. It made the perfect spot for today's activity.

The white, black and red kittom looked distressed as they sat in the meadow with a bundle of twigs nearby and a small hammer in hand. Behind them was a backpack stuffed to the brim including a sketchbook that was peeking out of the top as well as an outrageously large hat. Just next to the bag was a jar of rocks, various textures and colours. It looked to be several semi-precious stones and agate chunks with one larger, plain grey rock out of the jar beside it.

That rock? That rock is Tom. Tom was her pomu's favourite rock of her collection and that little fellow brought the rock around with it everywhere. Where was the little pomu, anywhere? Disgruntled, Ice looked around expectantly for the little black monster. It couldn't have gone very far... it was incredibly unlikely and nearly impossible from what she'd heard. Perhaps she was special? She smiled a bit but then the smile disappeared as the little pomu made its way back into frame of her vision.

"Of course," she scoffed with a level of class unlike most kittoms. "Why were you hiding? We're supposed to be building a nest for the birds so that they are not homeless come miasma season this year."

She looked at the mess in front of her with such a great disappointment it looked as though she was going to kick it over and scream any second now. She didn't like it. She didn't like it once bit. In fact, she absolutely hated it. In some attempt to cheer her up, the pomu walked over with its proud feathered arms and tail and kicked the nest over. It jumped and stomped until the nest they'd been working on was nothing but a pile of resources once again.

"Must you have stomped on it?" She asked, looking at the pomu as they looked up at her with a proud smile.

"Come, we must build it again."

She picked up a piece, and then another. She held the two in her hand, studying them for size and shape. It would be absolutely the best nest in the village, paws down, when she was done. One branch after another, she slowly layered the twigs and sticks into and on top of each other, going around in a circular shape each time. As she finished the first row, she took long strands of grass to tie each of the branches into their secured location. She weaved them in, creating a texture much like how some elnin would weave baskets at the market.

It was becoming a strange hybrid of a classic nest a bird might build and a weaved wicker creation. However, for every grass piece she weaved in, she put more straw and twigs to refine the classic shape. She didn't want it to look entirely pawmade, wishing to keep the natural design a bird might create on their own.

The pomu came back this time with ribbon, instead of grass, and Ice looked at the creature with a confusion followed by what could only be described as a great idea. She gathered the ribbon from the pomu and then wrapped one end of the ribbon around a secure mess of branches, and then from there she tied a knot in the middle of the twig and ribbon. With a few flips of the ribbon as she wrapped it around her paw, she created a large bow in the center of the nest to finish it off.

"I would like to believe any bird would find this nest es... es... quiz..." she fumbled to repeat the fancy word she'd heard other elnin say. "Beautiful. It's beautiful."