Life is what you make it (c)

Sitting at the camp entrance and waiting for his clanmates to begin to stir, Molehill let out a yawn and took this time to groom his fuzzy pelt. His deputy duties hadn't been too strenuous on the plump tom which he was thankful for, and he also found himself grateful for his mate's help through all of this. With her having been in his position less than a moon ago, she was more than knowledgeable as far as all of his duties went and he was glad that he'd been able to ask her questions whenever needed. Someday he wouldn't need such guidance, but being new to this, Molehill found himself relieved at the support he was getting.