Talk:The Stream/@comment-5216771-20130711070925

Ivynose lapped up some of the fresh running water before padding over to the roots of a tree. Naturally, in the moist soil of the streambanks, moss flourished. It was damp, but it'd dry by sundown. Ivynose unsheathed her claws, and slashed skillfully at the moss. She easily sliced away the springy top of the moss without taking any roots or soil with it. She carefully placed the growing pile of moss next to her as she worked her way around the tree, collecting more and more moss as she went. Finally, when her claws ached from being stretched out so long, she lapped up more water, and tucked moss under her chin and picked the rest up in her jaws. She made the short trek back to the camp through the pine copse.